A series of bizarre coincidences killed Charlie Edwards' husband, Graham. No one could have foreseen it, how can anyone see into the future? That fateful deadly day, began much like so many previous, insignificant weekdays. There had been many other, much more significant days in their lives; the day they met, fell in love, first had sex, were engaged, got m...
I have referred to some of these events in a previous tale but there is so much more to the Hellsgate Myth that I wanted to revisit it in greater detail. The Hellsgate is a deep fantasy and, being a fantasy, it does not have to be rational or even consistent. Perhaps it is a cipher for that part of me which is normally kept down but whenever I am consumed b...
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...
The Dress-up Half Surprise and DRESSED UP COMPLETELY SURPRISED. #1 HALF SURPRISED. After turning down Joe's offer of Dollie becoming a professional stripper and personal escort, Joe insisted we dine with him that Saturday evening. Dollie was to wear that last black dress he had chosen. Remember, this dress was reasonably long- for a mini-dress. Perhaps t...
Fair warning: This is true-life, softcore kink rather than hardcore fiction, so if you're looking for that stuff you may not want to invest your time in this story. Aside from the names, it is completely true. ------- I've never worked in a peepshow, so who am I to say? But I feel kind of gypped that they've been run out of New York. There were no peep s...
Judiths’s room was over the tavern with a window that looked out onto South Gate Road and Drivers’ Square below. Whenever she was free, she would place two flower pots on the sill as a signal to Damon that he might come and visit. Despite the heavy carpet that was hung over the window to keep the chill out, she still put the pots on the sill when she was fre...
A Tale Concerning Miss Chadwick, of London, in which knowledge is conveyed concerning the Particular Customs of the City of Quaroun. ***** Miss Anne Chadwick, of Jarrold Square, London, a spinster of three-and-thirty years, was seated in the gardens of her brother's house on an evening in the autumn of the year 19__, reading a volume of modern poetry, when...
It was Ron's first day on the new job. It looked like it would be a terrific day. It wasn't too hot, but the sun was out, and rising. London looked beautiful. Ron had to look after a group of businessmen from Saudi Arabia. He had recent military experience. His platoon commander, Toby, had given him this job. They'd happened to run into each other in the s...
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. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes,...
M's comment: This is a factual account. R's account: "Looks to me as though your timing's off." Smiling, she leaned in to kiss me, her fingertips closing on the erection now trapped in the thin fabric of my shorts. "Well, I did have a few..." "No way. No excuses..." She'd breezed in only a few seconds previously, all in yellow -- and rose-cheeked from t...