Many people have asked me where it all began, how I came to be where I am today. I have thought and thought and finally come to the conclusion that it is necessary to tell my story for others to learn by and to profit from my experience. It all began with Meg. She was my first and probably the only one I really cared about, so what I did to her was probably...
(I was looking for a black escort and found this really cute babe. She was hooked on drugs and confided in me that she had sold her body to at least a thousand men. She said it was the only way she could pay for her habit. She also confided in me that she never developed any feelings for any of those men, except for this one white guy. She said she had writt...
Waking the next morning, I was feeling lazy. I didn't really feel like getting out of bed, but my ladies were having none of that! They were telling me to get up, that I had a lot to do before we left for town, and get up now breakfast was ready. After breakfast, I went to find Grandpa. He had just finished his own breakfast, so we went out to the wagons, m...
The drive to Kevin's was taking forever today. It being Friday and the final day of school for hundreds of high-school students meant the roads were as congested as they were likely to get at any point. Aside from that, Amber was feeling the effects of being without a shot for nearly 8 hours now. A slow building nauseousness was welling up inside her and she...
The chronological order of my stories is now 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 used only for the literary purposes...
This is the end of this series. For those of you who hated it, it is over. For those of you who enjoyed it, please don't be a silent majority. For those of you who like happy endings, let me say that without giving anything away, please read to the end. As strange as you may find the choices Michelle made, she made those choices of her own free will and will...
"...and the colored girls say, 'do, dee-do...'" I chuckle. "What?" She looks into my eyes, my rapidly glazing eyes; smiles. "It's funny what comes into your head." "Lou Reed? Yeah, kinda weird. Feeling any nausea?" "Not yet. Will I?" "I hope not but...sometimes the first time. Just a bit more." She finishes plunging the syringe. I'm feeling light and...
She was crying. Not from pain, but from pure pleasure. She had just stomped on another man's heart and she was savoring his heartache. The woman was a bitch, but she was hot and had a great rack and like so many others, Mark fell for her body and deceptively sweet smile and ignored the rest. This was something that not even he was aware of, mesmerized by her...
Tom's Workshop Lately Tom had been dividing his time between working at the service station five days a week - he worked Saturdays but he took Wednesday off - and Alice. They had incredible sex every day. That took a couple of hours, not counting the time they spent in twin comas afterwards. They talked. They talked about everything - growing up, discoverin...
This is Marly Jackson PI's 6th case, "Case Of The Curse" part 1 of 2. In order her stories are contained in: Case Of the Missing Millionaire The Violin Case A Bad Case of Blackmail Case of the Purple Rose The Nightlife Case _______________________ Everyone has a cross to bear. Some people had a special-needs child, some people had herpes, I had Micha...