You guys asked for it, so here it is, the sequel to Live from the Game. Live from the Game was written entirely in the first person, from Ryan's point of view. Unfortunately, quite a lot of what happens in this story is outside of his knowledge, so there's going to be a fair bit that isn't from his perspective. Not much I can do about that. There will be pe...
*********************************************** Chapter 1 *********************************************** It was just supposed to be a trip. A trip of self-healing. For discovering one's worth and meaning in life after a traumatic breakup. Pray Eat Love sort of thing. Carly's travel companion Veronica had come up with the brilliant idea of going to Euro...
*****Hey guys! Here's the fourth chapter of ITC. Things are starting to get frosty between our two lovers as their passion begins to take the wheel. I'm sorry it took me this long to get the ball rolling, but I had to make sure everything was set up just the way I liked it. Remember to leave your comments and thoughts below, and thanks for reading! --DM23***...
I hate shopping for one person almost as much as I hate cooking for one. Other than the staples I never buy more than a week's worth of food, who knows, I might croak, and I go out to eat at least once a week. It's my treat for having made through another week without hurting anyone. For most of my items I always go to the same store, it took me long enough...
So, hey! I know it's been a while, and I meant so many times over the past two years (!!) to get something posted, but it just didn't work out. I went back to school and started a full-time job (because I hate myself, I guess), and my writing time and/or motivation to do so pretty much dwindled to zero. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this short fic as mu...
After twenty-four years of marriage I had resigned myself to find my sexual pleasure outside of my marriage. Over the past ten years I had dabbled. The first time I had felt crushing shame after using a brothel in Auckland, New Zealand. I told my wife. She asked if I had fucked her. I lied and said no; it was just a massage and a hand-job. I had eaten her...
I met Sammy in college. We were both freshmen attending Northwestern, where I was a Journalism major and she was Political Science. Our families both had some old wealth and we both had lower aspirations than our family's respective businesses. Our families were both Conservative and we each felt idealistic and were going to rebel from that. You could say...
30. Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down Okay, lets take stock here. I'm at the lake, I just had food, a swim, and sex, though not in that order. Alexa and Jill are finishing off their lunch, perched on logs at the edge of the clearing. Looking around, I can see the rings and mountings for some pretty large scale rope activity. For the first time in years, I don't go in...
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...
Madison stood up, took a deep breath and exhaled. She stood at the mall food court, at the mall where she worked, with her friend Hannah. "Are you ready?" Hannah asked. "Yeah, I guess," Madison said, still not entirely sure that she could do her task. Truthfully, much of that uncertainty came from not knowing exactly what she would have to be doing - Hanna...