This is the second part to a two-part short story about a married woman who is taught the meaning of love by an exotic Indian woman. There will not be any more parts or chapters: sometimes a story just has to end where it ends. ***** I continued to observe the area for the next few days. I knew one thing: open garage doors were an open invitation to come...
Part 3 The Wife Everywoman. I am she. I do just what she does and I feel just what she feels. And then, in a flash, I am No-Woman: not a woman at all, only me, the middle ground between the sexes and not quite either. And for you, for your love, I became that woman. One of those women. Now I can single myself out, point a finger at my own face and say the w...
"Do you mean to tell me," the tone of her voice sets his teeth on edge but he keeps his eyes locked on her face. The bed sheet fell away from her naked shoulders when her maid had fled the tent and she made no effort then or in the long minutes since to cover her nudity. It was damned indecent and he would be hard pressed to maintain his anger if not for the...
Elizabeth briskly yanked Vincent's pants and boxers down as she fixed her eyes on Darcie's, stroking his rapidly swelling penis. She held Vincent's strong hips as she pulled him toward her and fit his cock into her capacious mouth. Vincent tilted his head back and whistled, laughing. "Boy, I did not think this day would turn out like this!" He was a simple m...
A few comments. First, you should read the first part of this or otherwise it won't make much sense. Second, those of you who hated the first part (and you know who you are) will likely hate this also. Consider doing us both a favor and skipping this (I do worry about getting your blood pressure up excessively). Finally, neither the title of the story nor th...
Chapter Two The Lady Even though I hadn't known her name until the night before, I'd been watching Greta for a very long time. I suppose it started back when she was pre-adolescent. Along with my duties in hell as head mistress, punishing the souls of the sexually wicked, I was responsible for going to earth at night and finding adulteresses so that I co...
I knew Brooke's husband would get out of jail after the mandatory 24 hours, so we gathered everything she would need for a few days, and loaded it into her Lexus. I had to hand it to him; he made her a good living. Brooke didn't have to work, all she had to do was please him, be at his beck and call. She was what I call a trophy wife, someone to hang on his...
Thank you to Jennifer M. for you decidedly wicked thoughts. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characte...
Authors Note - This tale contains traces of D/S. If you don't like that sort of thing, don't bother with this one. Heather walked into the quiet little coffee shop that day to meet her best friend Shannon, noticing immediately that she had claimed a booth in the back. "Heather! I'm so glad you could come and meet me on such short notice! Please come and...
I heard moaning. Not the intense kind but the soft musical drifts in breaths when air and ecstasy collide in one lung. It was musical and came in different tones as though from different voices. One of them I recognized. This is my house and the songs of my wife's moans are sketched to my memory. These passive moans tear fissures in me. I've never heard anyt...