It was still dark when I got back to the college. I slept most of the day, not waking up till late afternoon. I figured Phillip and Marla were probably back in Phoenix by now. They were supposed to fly out sometime mid-morning. I walked across to the student cafeteria and got myself something to eat. I was getting tired of pizza and fast food. I ate alone, n...
Thanks to Wicked Inside for editing & feedback. Thanks to everyone in the forums who provided valuable feedback on my first story, The Coldest Night of the Year. ***** MONDAY I should have known better than to take a summer internship that my stepdad had gotten for me. He was less interested in improving my resume than he was in getting me out of the hou...
If you haven't read chaps 1-4 this may not make a lot of sense. Would welcome your feedback. I had lots after chap 1 & 2 but nothing since. Enjoy! * She was wondering what to do with the glass, when she felt him take hold of her wrist with one hand and take the glass from her with the other. She heard him place the glass on the table then felt him take her...
Monday: When I woke the next day I looked over the large bed Sophie and I were sharing to see her resting peacefully. The sheets had pretty much come off and left her top half exposed as she slept naked. What a way to wake up. Then I started thinking back over yesterday. After traveling for almost a whole day to get here we had gone out to end with a seri...
This is the thirty-seventh episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous thirty-six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. "Courtesan" is romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alte...
"Darla, what is this place?" "I have no clue Chrissy. But, it sounds fun, listen to that beat! Come with me?" She pulled my hand as she yanked open the dark glass door. We were out, celebrating my 22nd birthday and her 24th. There was loud music coming from inside, I went straight for the bar. I ordered us both a White Russian and left the cash on the bar,...
Author's note: Names where changed to prevent embarrassments to my friends. Any similarity to living person is purely co-incidental. A special thanks to jlo24601 for proofing and very helpful suggestions. * Sunday - February 12, 2006 Introduction Hi, my name is Heather. The root of this story is a ten year fantasy turning into a fabulous real life exper...
(c) 2010, All rights reserved Foreword: Dear Reader, this is a story about wife sharing and/or the "voyeur hubby" syndrome. While some "Loving Wives" tales are about a committed, monogamous relationship, most are about the erotic nature of opening a marriage, infidelity, or some other variation – which are not "pure." This story also contains some bi-sexual...
I could hear Venus moan, as she convulsed from one orgasm after another, while attempting to keep her legs from buckling under her. Whenever she failed in this effort she was once again left hanging by her pretty red pony tail. I tried to visualize her struggles and imagine how sensual her "dance" would be. The blindfold couldn't stop the images in my brai...
{I hear the footsteps coming now, I am writing this in longhand, going as quickly as I can. It's like a echo, the sounds of shoes on cement in the bleak and barren hallway outside. Nothing in time, the click is off step and then together for a moment, random. Odd that I notice that so completely at a time like this. I wrote down the rest of the story earli...