How do I start my journey in this true story. I was an unhappily married woman a year ago. I had been married for 17 years and my daughter born out of wedlock was just 17. I had discovered for the past year my husband was less than faithful to me. My oath to be a faithful married woman legit even with the suspicion of her husband travels were more than j...
He rode her like a stallion rides the earth, feeling it beneath his hooves as the smell of grass piping threw the air danced to a beat of fire through his nostrils as he panted for the energy to continue. Through her, he felt like a once captured steed set free through an open valley. He might as well have been, his long slick shaft pumping in and out of her...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters, Swamp Frogs, Man of God, Fathers and Sons, Fire In The Hole, Ethical Dilemmas. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much apprec...
Ned was lounging at the pool deck of the Master Facility. He had finished a three day coaching tune-up marathon with four different senior students at their facility and left that place before anymore last minute requests could be made. He was scanning the pool deck full of exposed flesh when a woman dressed in a well-fit business suit was escorted from the...
by EgmontOriginals (c) A late arrival at the gala opening of MagWorld on that Friday evening in October 1979 was Bob Monk who came straight from the airport after attending an advertising conference in New Zealand as a primary speaker. Later in the evening Lucille hosted the celebratory restaurant dinner that followed the cocktail party at MagWorld....
Why is the sexuality of the modern day Black man a point of obsession for people who are not even of African descent? Seriously. I walk through a mall and I see newspapers talking about AIDs in the Black community, Black women's dating woes and the supposed dearth of available Black men, the struggles Black men in America and Canada face in college and unive...
Isabella picked up the document from Rimmerfors' desk to make the copies he had asked for. She swung round, twirling her pale reddish short skirt to reveal the backs of her thighs as she left the Head of Missions' office. She went straight to the media room at the far wall of the open-plan office, dodging around the two interns' desks, in the process swishin...
Jenni Giles left the publisher's executive meeting on a big high. What she'd wanted had happened and she'd been given the key to unlock her future. She sucked in air. Right, she thought. She was setting a very tight schedule to achieve an near-impossible dream of launching her own magazine but by God she and her team would achieve it. "Yippee!" She pu...
Note on Note: This is a long one. If you want to get straight to the story, start reading after a line like this: ------------------------------- Note: Hello again. I think you'll all be pleased with this chapter as I'm addressing quite a few of your demands. I really like this chapter myself, though I admit I'm biased. So here's an update on The Odd Adven...
The following story is a bit of a real life mixed with a recent fantasy of mine. The past few stories I've written were all taken from real experiences so hopefully I didn't get too wordy while trying to put this fantasy on paper. Enjoy! ***** It had been almost a decade since high school had ended and real life began. Every now and then I'd find myself no...