My fingers felt as if they were going to fall off at any moment. I kept blowing and blowing on them hoping to warm up, but my efforts were to no avail. Of course, it didn't help that I was constantly being pounded by an onslaught of wind and rain. Or maybe if my boyfriend, no scratch that ex-boyfriend hadn't left me on the side of the road in the middle of f...
It seems that most of my stories tend to follow convention with a slow beginning, a logical progression and, hopefully, a happy ending, if you'll excuse the pun. As something of a reward for my readers' usual patience - or my lack thereof - I will abandon that approach and start, wham bam, in the middle of this one right now... ***** Once Anastasia's leota...
Chapter 24 We said our goodbyes in the driveway and she left for her parents to spend her holiday week with them. When she turned away from the driveway I felt the loss right away but I didn't begrudge her spending time with them. The house was empty and cold without Jan in it and I had to force myself to do something besides mope around. I did some laund...
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...
There is a dark truth to our modern lives, one that is at times both terrifying and at others: one's only glimmer of hope. The carousel never stops turning. No, it simply goes -- around and around, with days passing by in a blink, with eyes that close to sleep, opening to wake in what feels like an instant. Clock in, clock out. Return. Repeat. It is a ma...
"Remind you of someone?" My husband asked as our waiter walked away with the dishes. I blushed. "What- who?" I managed, raising my wine glass to mask my embarrassment. It was no use, I was caught. Jim chuckled, "Don't be coy Allie. The waiter." I felt the heat of shame on my face, and that shame soon turned into frustration, mostly over my poor luck. I...
"Girl, you're a damn ho," Brittany said, sipping from a mimosa and laughing at her best friend. "I'm not a ho!" Jenny protested. She and Brittany sat at their favorite brunch place the afternoon following her encounter with Dave. "You made your roommate undress you!" Brittany said, her voice rising and drawing the attention of nearby diners. "And somehow I...
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...
"Dammit, Tori! How much does one girl need to pack for one weekend away?" "A lot of it is for you, ok?" I got a chuckle watching the flannel clad girl stomp on her duffel to hold the lid down, then wrestle the zipper shut. The action gave me an excellent view of the naked body under that flannel shirt, and I found myself growing hard. "For me?" "Yeah yo...
*** This story is set in the medieval Viking age, with elements of horror, and has MINIMAL erotic content. *** The Story Of Mist 1. Shortcomings (a tale of the Valkyrie Mist, set in Midgard) Cattle die, and kinsmen die,And so one dies one's self,One thing now, that never dies,The fame of a dead man's deeds.(Bellow's translation) Cattle die, kindred die,...