The good father was staring at me. "Are you telling me you killed this Michael Finnegan? A crime you have not been convicted of?" I took a pull from the flask he'd passed me during my latest installment of the tale. "This is a confession, father." "You know I am obligated to tell the authorities if a crime has occurred." "I hope you do tell them, padre, I...
Author's note: This is a sequel series to Amy, Captured. To get the full experience, please read through that one first. Hi everyone! Sorry for the delay, this time around. It's been hard to find the time to get this ready. Shouldn't happen again, I'm pretty well into chapter thirteen by now. Also, apologies for the relative sexlessness of this chapter, it'...
Beth and John's sex life just wasn't what it was 10 years ago when they married. When they were newlyweds it was incredible, twice a day, everyday. John was always eager to please Beth. He prided himself on the fact that he was able to bring her to climax every time and that she was always satisfied. He loved the way Beth responded to his touch and the way s...
The decision Laura woke up late this morning. It was a Saturday and in any case school was out for the summer so she had no particular reason not to sleep late. Stretching lazily in bed she fondly recalled what had transpired a short few hours ago. Giving her crotch a good rub she decided to make her way to the kitchen for some breakfast. There she found he...
Sweat trickled down the bare skin of Christy’s back as she made her final bow of the evening. The band played the title song from her latest single and kept the crowd of fair-goers on their feet and applauding so loudly the din threatened to drown out even the pounding thump of Terry’s electric bass. It felt good to be liked, even though she’d never meet mos...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction. However it is based on a true story to which the author was privy, although not one of the principles. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Angel Love for her editing to make this a better story. There was no doubt about it. She was not a beautiful woman. Cute, yes. Attractive, yes. Se...
"Again darling," moaned Ji Su. "But harder and deeper this time," she twisted her neck back at me and told me urgently. "Fuck me sweetie you've worn me out already. Twice this morning, once after lunch then now and it's not bedtime yet," I panted, slamming as best I could at her delicious upturned rump. My hands gripped her hips, her back already running w...
This story is a follow-on to the story "The Ninth Step" by thecelt. I recommend you read it first or this story will make no sense. It is with his kind permission that this story is being posted. The original story explored the idea of keeping a secret rather than hurt a spouse with the telling. I respect thecelt's opinion but, as we all know, circumstances...
Since the electronics age, the definition of cheating has been somewhat blurred. When I was growing up you physically had to put the meat to someone or have the meat put to you in order for it to be called cheating. There has always been flirting but now it's all out there. Texting, sexting, e-mails and sending pictures through your phone is the new question...
Hi, I'd like to introduce you to my once happy little family. My name is Ken Cook. I am thirty-five, hair a little brown and a little bald, at 190 lbs. a little overweight for my 5'9" frame. I have an excellent job as a construction site job evaluation, and safety expert. Not much work good title and a hell of a good salary. My hard work and dedication had...