True Story Stories

For some time I had been encouraged by my proofreader, the late Techsan, to put some of my better works into a compilation of sorts. Well, Techsan, this is for you. What follows are stories as yet unpublished, chapters from my novels that we felt had not received the attention they deserved, and stories that just cried out to be released again to the many new readers out there. Enjoy, Paris Waterman / (Reviews)

Friends of 20 years invited me to participate in their first swing/swap with another couple. It's complicated as teens are involved and the darker past of one women comes to light. A follow up to my story A Massage with Friends. I dive into the heart of why a 'normal' couple would want to suddenly experience swinging and invite their daughter and I along. True story, told from the 1st person POV.

A loner faces a monster set on killing him, but help is on the way. This story was hard to code. There's no sex, it's true for many, but isn't a factual accounting. Dedicated to a lost friend.

In fantasies, anything happens without consequence, responsibilities are cast aside, and everything works out If only that was true in real life. As a daughter, I have a responsibility to obey and submit myself to my dad in whatever way he demands. This has never been an issue for me (forgetting about cleaning my room) as he loves and respects me not only as his daughter, but as a woman. In real life there are times when my morals and ethics has consequences. This was one of those times.

Realtors use all sorts of gimmicks to sell homes and my Aunt Linda is no exception. In her case, however, she offers a special "deal" most buyers can't refuse (especially the men). When that's not enough to close the deal, her daughter Kristen is there to help out. This time she was facing a critical deal with a difficult client. With her job on the line, she asked me if I wouldn't mind helping out. Of course I agreed!

My dad was thrilled when his beloved Steelers finally won "one for the thumb". It just so happened I was having my own "Super Sunday" with his brother and son!

No matter how old you get, Christmas morning is a special time. Here I was, twenty years old yet still giggling like a little schoolgirl as I waited at the top of the stairs. What special present did my dad have for me this year?