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 series is a non-sequential addendum to the "Sharing My Wife Amanda" storyline. ********** It was a sad day when Amanda's mother Jacquelyn finally passed away. She had battled valiantly, but in the end my mother-in-law succumbed to metastatic cancer. Jacquelyn's death was not unexpected, but that didn't lessen the blow for her friends and family. A...
Disclaimer: I do not own The Avengers, Avengers: Age of Ultron, Captain America or anything to do with Marvel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. This is Part 10 of an ongoing series. For maximum enjoyment please read the stories that came before. ***** Waking with a start, Natasha Romanoff immediately knew something was wrong. How...
ONE The first thing Spark became aware of as she came to was something lightly touching between her legs. Sluggishly, she fought to consciousness, intending to shove whatever was doing that away. However, she couldn't seem to get her arms forward. She tugged, but something was keeping her bound. Her eyes fluttered open and it took a moment for her gaze to f...
In the Watchtower, Power Girl practically vibrated with need. Here she'd almost gotten to see the famous Poison Ivy at work, maybe at the center of a circle-jerk with the whole Batclan or pleasuring herself with some vines, but fucking Batwoman had knocked her out and taken her inside. Once more, Karen was bored as hell; even worse now because for a moment t...
As a girl, Sue had been a parent. Her father and mother had died young, but now before giving her a baby brother to care for. So, a teenage girl, she'd stepped into the gap. Washed his clothes, done his dishes, cut the crusts off his sandwiches. All while a part of her, and it fluctuated in size every day, saw the other girls who only had to worry about diet...
Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow, The Flash or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "Who's that?" Sara grinned happily. "Oh, that's Jesse." Iris said dismissively, before she noticed the gleam in Sara's eye, and she said warningly, "Sara..." "Introduce me." Sara grinned. "No." Iris protested. "Now." Sara s...
Author's Note: This is my entry for the 2019 Halloween story contest, inspired by the Scottish Ballad Tam Lin. I hope you enjoy it. Please vote! Thanks for reading. *** At the end of seven years She pays a tithe to Hell I so fair and full of flesh I fear it be myself - As the sun set, Maggie sat on a stone bench that was tilting to one side and thumbe...
It was a warm afternoon for the end of October. The sun reflected dramatically in the leaves of our backyard maple tree, and the fiery red matched the cloaks of our centurion costumes. Though their armor was plastic, they looked reasonably realistic. With the tall wooden fence blocking out the rest of the neighborhood, my two housemates looked a lot like a s...
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...