I am just tired of all your complaining Jenn, nothing is ever right with you. Why are you so prickly, why can't you just go with flow more? Why do you keep on pushing? Pushing with these junior college courses, pushing with doing extra things at work in the hope you might get a promotion. Hell, they aren't going to promote a girl from the Southside to a mana...
This is a story I wrote several years ago but just decided to publish. It's my first attempt at erotic fiction so any suggestions/recommendations would be appreciated. Thank you. ***** Chapter 1 - Friday night caught in the act Ann and Fred White live in a small bedroom community outside a large Midwestern city. They are both in their early thirties an...
Chapter One I had just finished tutoring Becky. Becky was a struggling student in our private school and the only reason she was still there was because of her family's school endowment. The Dean had adjusted her failing grades to a C in order not to lose the endowment but Becky had not passed a single class. She was entering her senior year and was being t...
Summary: A teacher and an ex-student fall for each other. Note 1: A special thanks to my beautiful girl next door model who is anything but the girl next door internet sensation both in photo and video Kelly Anderson (aka Housewife Kelly). Note 2: Photos from the following sets were used to create this fantasy tale: "Office Slut", "Cock Break", "Working Wi...
The order of my stories to read is: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, Case of the Executed Evangelist series, The Swap series. Interludes 6-9 Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for...
Midnight at the Villa Diodati A Tale of Gothic Romance and Horror by Chloe Tzang © 2019 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the...
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 properly. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters, Swamp Frogs, Man of God, Fathers and Sons, Fire In The Hole. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, an...
Author's note: This is yet another one of my LW writing experiments. If you read all seven chapters of Shadow Lake Estates I recommend that you click away now, as this will be redundant for you. If you didn't read that story, or if you read the first few chapters and decided it was too complicated to bother reading any further, then this story is for you. I...
Not that it matters, but the accident was really my fault. I had no business being in the parallel universe projector to begin with. At the very least I should have disconnected the power line from the booth before I tried to re-calibrate its orientation circuits. Who knew that getting an early start to the day would have such negative consequences? Naturall...
My wife is stoned. I'm not the intuitive type. I don't see the tiny nuances of body language that would hint at her insobriety. I'm not even what you would usually call 'observant'. I'm typically fairly self-absorbed and intrinsic. It has even been suggested that I'm a bit of an aloof prick sometime. But, call me Sherlock fucking Holmes, the woman is stari...