This story is part of an ongoing series. 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...
17 Lis looked out at the early morning light as the rain fell against the apartment window. The color was a deep grey and the rain somehow made the room feel colder. She shifted her legs together to combat the imagined chill. The movement caused her partner to stir. The large black man rolled over and slid an arm over the blonde's shoulder. Lis turned and f...
Disclaimer: All characters and events are purely fictional. All characters are at least 18 years of age. "Bracchia et voltum teretisque suras integer laudo; fuge suspicari cuius octauvm trepidavit aetas claudere lustrum." ("Arms and countenance and those lissome ankles cooly uninvolved I commend; suspect not one whose rushing life has already drawn its f...
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...
A knock on the door wakes me up. "The breakfast is ready," says a young male voice. The nightmare didn't end. I'm still here, stuck in this world. I didn't sleep well because my back hurts, but since I went to bed soon after sunset I've at least managed to sleep for a long time, so I'm not that tired. I had a few nightmares, though, and one of these was s...
Author's note: As things move toward the wedding, there will be less emphasis on sex. There is enough other drama to go around. Chapter 11—Concentration of Forces Interlude: 25th Anniversary Cindy: Much has been made of the interviews that day. Given the number of reporters hanging out in various places, there was bound to be some variety, even disagreem...
I'm not the type of man who does things by half measures. If I'm going to spend any amount of time on something, I'm all in. I've always been that way. When I was a kid, I monitored the tips on my paper route carefully. The best tippers were invariably older people, likely those who missed their grandchildren. I immediately found a local seniors living commu...
Note from the author: My stories are usually Interracial. So if this offends you or not to your taste, you should not read them. The characters in my stories are not based on anyone that I know of or events that I have experienced, also most of the women in my stories are well endowed in the chest area. So if this is not what you like, please don't read....
She had no idea what it was, but as she went to pull her panties back up, she spotted the stain. Oh God! There was obviously something disgusting on the edge of the pan; it looked like vomit and smelled foul. She couldn't possibly put them back on now. With some disgust, she gingerly peeled them over her shoes, wrapped them in toilet paper, flushed the toile...
Joe rushed into my office and asked, "Simon, have you heard the bad news?" "What bad news is that Joe?" I asked with a quite audible sigh. "The new boss starting next week, Chris Smale?" "Yes I know that Joe, Chris Smale, the mystery man, what about him?" "It's Christine Smale not Christopher, our new boss is a female." Joe said with a look of disgust on...