I was trying to think where to start this tale, and I think I will begin on that Friday night in April. I may jump around a bit for some background but let's start on that Friday. It was Friday afternoon a little after 5 and I was done with work for the week. The weather in Oregon can be unpredictable in April, but today was gorgeous almost 70 degrees, sunn...
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...
Hunt and Shaw were going over their evidence. They had their main clues posted on a large bulletin board. They both looked up as a large fit bodybuilder in a tailored fitting suit entered the squad room and made his way over to them. "Detective's Shaw and Hunt? I am Agent Albi Bock, DEA." Detective Shaw was struck by the agent's appearance. Coupled with hi...
Ahhh I sighed as I sank into my patio chair. I dearly loved this time of day-especially here at home. It was so quiet and peaceful sitting here on my patio drinking coffee. I could hear the birds chirping and see them flitting about as they lived their lives to the fullest. It was Indian summer, my favorite time of the year. I was still able to wear shorts a...
Dave opened a beer and started his computer. It was almost eleven on a Wednesday evening. After the computer finished start-up he clicked into his calendar program. At the bottom of the date box for "Today" the number 366 showed. Dave looked at the number and whispered to himself, "That's it then." He shut down the calendar program and went to the internet...
Part 08: Conforming to the Lifestyle Waking in the morning, Jeannette got her instructions and left to carry them out. She took the shoes that Master ordered her to wear, and she carried them to the slave training area, and set them down as she turned the lights on. First releasing Geneva from her chains she smiled and said. "Good news Geneva, Master is ple...
Chapter 32 A Step at a Time Sunday, January 14, 1962 4:45pm "Hi, Mom ... Dad, we're home," Jesse announced as he ushered Kirsten in through the front door. They were in the process of removing their footwear when Margaret Peterson arrived, followed by Michael. "Hello," Margaret said with a big smile. "You must be Kirsten." "Yes," Kirsten replied, eyein...
We arrived back at the suite. It had been a loud ride up the elevator. We were all gropes, laughs, and jokes; somewhat cranked up by what had happened that day, (and now ready to unwind with considerably less clothes on us and considerably more room service in us). No sooner had the door to the room slammed behind us then we'd begun shedding clothes. We wo...
It Happened One Halloween --- A Romance Between Halloweens Copyright Joesephus I would like to thank CopyCarver, and SweetErika for their help in getting this story readable. The mistakes that remain are mine. Crammed into my tiny cubical at the San Antonio Express-News, I admired my copy of last week's paper one more time, before I returned to studying...
Authors note- this story includes non-consensual, rough, and coerced sex. As well as straight and bi-sexual sex, crossdressing, and humiliation. ********** Wendy wore the shortest skirt she owned. A blue, pleated thing that stopped a few inches short of her knees. Underneath she wore red lace panties Ian had bought her for valentines a couple years ago, an...