It didn't end well. But the journey wasn't without its highlights. I had dated Carol, the ex, for nearly five years before we married. We had met in high school. I had reservations about marrying her, which is, I suppose, common. But she had raised (practically) several nieces and nephews and, having come from a large family, could cook great for such a you...
He was constantly on my mind. I hated it, but reveled in it too. The secret affair we shared made it just that much more tantalizing. He'd come into my office and we'd pretend our relationship had not shifted into this sexual need. We'd act as we had at the beginning—before he'd left his number; before the fateful day when it all came to a head. It was a str...
WARNING: This story contains EXTREME examples of fictional racism. If you are not okay with racial slurs or this type of raceplay, then please for the love of god don't leave some half-brained comment expressing your hate...just move on. It is important to remember that all themes and subjects covered in this story are completely FICTIONAL. This story does n...
“Fuck. It’s Saturday,” Tom thought as he awakened with the bright morning sun shining through the bedroom window, blinding his eyes. His beautiful wife Jenny was still asleep next to him, her full, proud breasts rising and falling in time to her breathing. The night was too warm and humid to wear any clothes. Her nude body, as sexy as any nudie magazine mode...
It was Friday afternoon and I had returned to the hotel suite after finishing with my best friends dress rehearsal for her wedding which was Saturday evening at 6 pm. I had about 4 hours to kill before my husband and I needed to be at the rehearsal dinner. Steve, my husband, was out playing golf with my dad and my brother and wouldn't be back for another at...
(Excerpt from a 30 chapter Vignette.) Chapter 5. My poor little pooh-pooh hole was still swollen from last night when my girlfriend, Sarah, and her new boyfriend, Tom, came over to my apartment for dinner. Tom wanted to try a threesome, and that was okay with me and, apparently, okay with his girlfriend, Sarah, too--and that makes three. Sarah's boyfrie...
I tend to treat my sex toys like I treat my men: I ride them hard for awhile and when they begin to bore me I get rid of them and get new ones. I usually get my toys at a local specialty store. However, I am always the only woman there and feel a bit like a piece of raw meat surrounded by hungry dogs...which isn't necessarily a bad thing, mind you. Except th...
After her victory in a seven-hour marathon sex fight Anupama was almost beside herself as we entered the jewellery shop. Another victory another piece of jewellery. It took her almost 3 hours to decide on the gold ankle chain and waist chain, and her final decision showed her taste. Not thin elegant or refined, but vulgar ostentatious, and as thick as a man...
I heard the clicks of her heels as she came back into the room. I sensed that she was standing over me, but I couldn't feel her or hear her any longer. The hair on my arms and back stood up as she was breathing into my ear. Her hair was touching my body and I could smell her. She firmly grabbed my left hand and then my right hand. I felt tension around my wr...
It was a pleasant morning at my condo in Boston. On Friday nights I would have live music at my bar, usually a local artist looking to make it big. On this particular Friday night, I had extra money lying around and decided to splurge and get someone famous to play. I heard that the metal band Halestorm was in town and figured they would attract a whole mess...