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...
On this summer Sunday Jack Cunningham stood in the kitchen in nothing more than sagging Y fronts. Julia, dressed in her church-going clothes, stood before him, snapping out orders. She was telling him to dust all the front parlour, sweep the hall, take the carpets out and beat them on the clothes line. Jack stood, sheepish, holding the failing elastic with...
This one is for the Halloween Story Contest, so as always, your votes and comments would be much appreciated. * No surprise, my friend Kayla's Halloween bash was surreal, like off I'm talking the charts. She really knew how to throw a party. Seeing as the invite said: 'Uber Sexy Costumes Only, Please!' I could see that everyone got the message. I don't th...
Jordan's shoulder hurt that night in the mine where he slept curled up between Megan and Sarah. The Bigfoot, Sarah, was behind him, holding him tight. The human, Megan was wrapped in his arms, and if not for the dull pain, he would have been sleeping like a baby. He rose from the interspecies sandwich, looking for his backpack for more ibuprofen. Kaitlin w...
When I thought of writing this story I wanted to try to set a couple of goals. Write a story in two genders, believable in both. To have it be erotic but without "on screen sex." Just though emotion, actions and setting only. There are only three main characters, two female and one male. The narrative is done only by one female "XX" Melisa, and one male "X...
Part I Charlie and Janet had been married three years and they were a fun loving couple who enjoyed living life to its fullest. He was a successful business-to-business salesman for a local company and she was a loan closer for a large Texas regional bank. They purchased a home less than a year after they married in a suburb west of Dallas six miles fr...
E&E The story continues. Lt. General Isaiah McDermott, USMC, Ret. looked in the side rear view mirror of the motor home as they pulled away from the saluting sentry at the gate of Marine Corps Air Station, Cherry Point, North Carolina. He knew this could be the last salute he might ever receive. He had given and received thousands of them during his thirt...
This is part 2 of a 4 part story. There is virtually no sex in this story. Your comments, good or bad, are always welcome. Chapter 5: The Fan I was nine years old the summer my father moved us from Philadelphia to the nearby suburb of Ardmore. After many years as a secondary school teacher in Philadelphia, Papa had landed his first administrative position...
ONE July 2, 1982 The two 19 year old girls walked carefully, attempting to avoid the rusty cans and general litter on the grounds of the Craddock-Childress Greens Mobile Home Village. The taller girl, a pretty redhead in a bikini carried a boom-box, which was emanating Boy George's sordid screams. The smaller girl had short, ratty hair, and wore thick gl...
"No, no, no, you have to hold still," I giggled. "But in the movies I see them flicking it out there and pulling it back. Isn't it like that?" Jared asked, confused at my attempts to correct him. "That's something completely different," I explained, coming up behind him. I put my arms around him and held his pole. With one quick motion, I showed him how...