It was hard to believe Christmas was right around the corner. It seemed like just yesterday I was buying the corset for Halloween, but that night, we put on some Christmas music, poured a couple glasses of wine, then setup and decorated the tree. I don't know what it was, whether it was being female, or the stress relief from getting even with Jim, or the al...
James opened the door of the minibar and pulled out a bottle of water. He opened it and gulped down half of it, swaying on his feet as he put the lid back on. The hotel room wasn't quite spinning, but he knew he was very drunk. He walked to the window and looked out, seeing the three people that had been in his room just moments earlier climbing into a taxi...
It was only a matter of time, Maria realised that, ever since her tits had started to form she had experienced a frequent urge to be used and abused by men, the more outrageous their needs the more she felt the need to comply. Every so often she would emerge from this life of lust and once again hold her head up high, playing the devoted wife to Rick, whic...
All people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen. ***** Razor sharp knife through sweet white onion. A crisp, snick of a sound, over and over until the pieces are swept into hot olive oil and an aromatic sizzle fills the warm humid air. Margo gives the pan a quick flick with her wrist to toss the pieces, and lets the gas flame do its t...
This is another part to the story of a beautiful American businesswoman (Elaine) who comes to Jamaica to relax and eventually ends up working in an island whorehouse to pay off a debt. The story began when her husband, Paul, and she arrived on a weekend to relax and enjoy time together before Paul left on a business trip that will require him to spend severa...
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...
It's prom season and being the dork I am, the only person available that will go with me is another cast off from the student population. Her name is Louise Johnson. To most people she's known as 'Looney Louise'. She wears clothes that don't fit; hair designs not yet invented by man, and is the biggest buffoon in the class. I can't decide to ask her or just...
I guess this story starts with a man I never knew. I knew of him, but I'd never seen him or even seen a picture of him. My mother had two brothers named Wendell and James. Some time before I was born James did something that shamed or badly embarrassed the family and he split. As I grew up I would occasionally hear my mother or grandmother say, "I wonder wh...
I know I kept a lot of you waiting for this submission, and I'm so sorry for that. It was rude. But here it is! Nearly six months and fifty-five pages later! (sob) All I can say is I hope it was worth the wait---I tried my damnedest to make it that way. Hunker down, it's a long one. ***** The weather was remarkably sunny and warm for a midwinter's day....
Chapter 1 The nervous-looking new arrival waited in line for her turn to be driven from JFK Airport. The cabbie nodded to her and went to toss the first of two big bags into the trunk when he grunted. "What do you have in this bag?" "Half of my everything." "Eh?" "Most of what I own is in these bags. I've come to New York to establish my career and there...