God, I couldn't believe it, here I was, tied up with my erection poking through the plastic ring...and Daphne was tease-torturing me as I clutched the string to the plastic ring in my mouth...oh God. The door opened, and Master Tanner came in behind her, brandishing a pair of children's scissors that he'd borrowed from my son's room. Playfully, Tanner ran th...
Chapter 6 When Chris reached the emergency room of the hospital, it was almost seven in the evening. Even from a distance, he could see the lights of the police cars parked on the premises. He also recognized the van that belonged to the animal rescue organization he worked with. He braced himself for the worst and stepped out of his car. Inside, two cops...
Author's note: Although ratings are nice, nothing beats a comment or two about what you liked or disliked about a story. Please take a moment to leave one. Thank you. ***** Summer 1978 The monthly meeting of the Greenwood Tenant Association had ended a half hour before, but Neil Hanson had stayed behind to help with the cleanup. It was, the twenty-three-y...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 14 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. MONICA THE HOUSEWIFE I'm not going to bore you with all the dom...
"I really wish you hadn't convinced me to wear this bathing suit!" Jennie sighed as a couple of young guys passed them on the beach. "Why?" Greg grinned. "Don't you like the attention you're getting?" "I feel like every guy on the beach is staring at me!" Jennie replied. "They are!" her husband laughed. "Not to mention quite a few of the girls." "Greg!"...
Authors note... Hello again. I want to say I'm sorry this took so long. I have had a few upheavals with my family and moving house so things had to take a step back with writing. That said, I hope you like what I have managed to write and as always I would LOVE some feedback and any encouragement you have to give as it keeps me going. Also ideas are we...
We drove to the edge of town, and I saw we were low on gas. "Pull over into that Holiday station, Olivia. I'll pump gas, you go in and grab some snacks and drinks for the drive. She looked at the gas gauge, it was just under a quarter tank. "You don't want to wait?" "No, the longer we put it off the more we'll stand out. Plus, I need some caffeine. It's be...
The next few days were strange. I mean, she'd said we were going to 'do therapy', but most of it was just us wandering around San Diego and exploring. She knew the city a bit -- we wandered the beach at Encinitas, we did the USS Midway in the city. Well, I did, for about an hour. After the third time smashing my head into a low doorway, I begged off and went...