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...
PART ONE Chapter 1 The battered red Porsche, inherited (compete with scrape marks and dents) from the driver's late mother, swept into the one-way loop at the farmhouse. Three expertly applied chops of the manual gear shifts meant only a gentle touch of the brake was required to stop the vehicle under the portico of the 8-bedroom two-level high-country h...
In order to follow this story you should read "Nighttime Confessions" by capecodmercury, who is one of my favorite authors and to whom I owe thanks for the challenge to write a conclusion to one of his stories. Nightime Confessions – Sober Second Thought I have cheated on my husband and I don't know what I'm going to do. Bullshit! That's a cop out and I k...
With due credit to thecelt in whom I have confidence that he will recognize that imitation is the most sincere form of flattery! The idea for this story came to me after an on-line discussion with one of two very special cyber friends to whom I owe a great deal. Both contributed substantially to this story. Their willingness to share their own experiences a...
Part 02: Preparations. This is a continuing work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person or place, living or dead, real or imagined, is purely unintentional and coincidental. * At just before midnight, Robert was awake, and completely off his normal schedule. He showered, addressed his ravenous appetite. The he. the mystery man had work to do. He meas...
I certainly wasn't in Kansas. I was dressed as a private school girl tease and standing in front of an adult bookstore superstore. What did my sissy sister have in mind? I tried to find some sort of hint but his poker face offered no clues. We were certainly dressed for more than just shopping for DVD's. So I didn't think we were there for the sales. We ha...
This story is my contribution to the Halloween story contest. I am thankful for all votes, comments and feedback. However, I have one word of warning: I submitted the story to the category of Erotic Horror, but the emphasis in this case lies on the Horror. There are erotic parts, but it takes a while to get to them. If what you want is mainly a sex story, t...
Hey, I'm back with another installment of my series A Love Story. Imagine being a prison of war for years, and one day you're free. You have to learn grow and become a part of society again. In this story, Kiana comes home and finds acceptance. For now, I hope you enjoy reading about Kiana and Quentin. All the characters in this story are above the age of...
Chapter 1: Late-night Shopping (Prologue) Hamed doodled idly on a piece of paper as he slumped at the counter. The store belonged to his uncle but as the youngest nephew, Hamed always ended up with the shifts nobody else wanted - his friends would all be out living the high life but here he was, working on a Friday night at nearly midnight. Hamed's uncle's...
The words kept repeating in my mind as I was working my way through a post orgasm nap: "I kind of burned our clothes." Had my mind not been in such a sex crazed fog it might have alarmed me more. Especially since these were the last words muttered to me by my roommate and naughty partner-in-crime Lynn who was lying next to me naked, next to the campfire...