There are different ways I could explain my current lifestyle to you, but none come to mind but to come right out and say it. My name is Sandy and I am a puppy girl. I am sure there are some people who have heard of people like me. We get called weird and kinky. Some just call us insane. This is the story of how and why I came to be a puppy girl. Long ago...
My name is Lois Prince. My husband John and I have lived in this town all our lives. I can tell you about every store and every house, and who lives there. Even though this is the county seat, there aren't more than 2500 people living here. There is a historic old courthouse, built almost a hundred years ago, with the rest of the town laid out in a grid arou...
As the sun rose Chandri landed on the roof of her home in Cherryfield. The morning sun would bring the village workers out. Fishermen, hunters, and artisans would be starting their day. She surrounded herself with her large, leathery wings like a cloak as she dropped into her backyard. Her long blond hair darkened coal black as she entered her back door, loc...
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...
Dr Dandy is a sweetheart of a man. The kind of guy mothers would often elbow their daughters and hold up as the ideal husband material. He trained in Boston before giving up the big city for a quiet, small town practice. He's easily 6' tall with sandy hair and a square jaw that melts men and women alike. He's always polite, smiling, and the only doctor the k...
"Come and look at this," Sophie called. I was busy loading our camper van. Sophie had set out everything she wanted us to bring, and it was her coffee break, doing some last minute browsing for campsites and places to visit. I put down the box of groceries I was about to load, kissed the top of my wife's beautiful blonde head, and checked the screen of her...
Chapter 49: Risqué Art Sam and Britney ate breakfast and were ready to leave in plenty of time. After hugging Gloria good bye, the girls got into the car and were about to drive off. "Oh! I almost forgot! Have the artist take some photos of the two of you together. I want to frame a couple to display in the house." "OK Mom, we won't forget. Love you!" "I...
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,...
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, Swamp Frogs, Man of God. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story...
The following story is set in an alternative world and or universe. It was 2010 in the small town of Shadow Creek and the end of the week was finally here for 18- year-old Lily Roder and her best friend Mandy Meeks. It was Friday afternoon after school. Even though they lived in a small town that didn't bother them. They always found something to do with e...