My daughter is a high school senior and a very good softball player. When she first started playing travel ball, my wife and I would take turns taking her to out of town tournaments so the other could stay home and tend to our restaurant business and our two dogs. This is when our life took a very interesting turn. At the first tournament, I found myself ha...
We were travelling in Podolia when we hit a particularly bad pothole and the car's front suspension broke. We veered off the road and into a ditch. Where, I hear you ask is Podolia? It's in the back of beyond, where Russia and the Ukraine meet, more or less. Depending on where you set the boundaries, parts of it have been at various times in Moldova, Austria...
Sarah and I had been married for five years. We had finally decided to start a family of our own and planned a week long vacation in the Bahamas to start trying. On our second night I sat at the bar while my wife was getting a massage and I told my story to the bartender. He feigned interest, but I could tell he was hoping I would shut up. I didn't notice th...
After a long, arduous day of dealing with every obstacle her rowdy and incorrigible students could put in front of her, all Debra Stallings could think about, as she lugged herself out to the school parking lot, was to throw the two heavy leather bags full of homework in her arms into the backseat and then head home. Scattershooting her mind, trying to dec...
In the city of New York we found a fine jumble of buildings and people all, supposedly, under the control of a Scot who called himself Lord Sterling. Lord Chaos would have been better. By the time the British fleet arrived, probably half the city's population had fled and most of those who remained, other than the hundreds of harlots, certainly did not favor...
Chapter 1: The Electrician and The Scientist I hate these fucking sluts. The way their pussies just take it like it's food. That's why I keep it out for as long as I can. "Please fuck me. I want to be your whore. Please let me be your whore." I can't help but slap her across the face. A million of them and I still find uniquities I hate more than the last...
I don't know what you call it where you live but in my country someone who steals women's underwear off a clothes line is call a snow-dropper. I have no idea why it is called snow-dropping but a little research shows it to be an old British slang word for a linen thief that originated around 1810. My story began when I was a teen boy in the early 1980's whe...
This is an entry in the Nude Day Contest, but it's not a Nude Day story. Contest rules suggest exhibitionism or public nudity as acceptable themes, so I thought I'd write a little piece about an experiment from my second marriage. (We are no longer married.) If you're going to vote, please read clear to the end. Thank you for stopping by. Sleeping beauty (A...
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...
He watched her giant round breasts jiggling as his blonde bimbo walked over to his lap. She was so perfect, so angelic with her petite body and white-blonde hair. If he had to guess her weight, he'd say she weighed around 90lbs; she was the very definition of tits on a stick and he wanted her. Oh how he wanted her. His cock was aching in his pants at the sig...