Max Burnage Ep. 01: Cheaters Beware The following is a spin-off of my series, "Cheater's Gallery," which features Adrestia Rhamnousia. As always, constructive comments are always welcome and appreciated. Please refer to my profile for more on my personal policy regarding comments, feedback, follows, etc. (Yes, I do moderate comments.) And remember, this is...
I've become tired of stories of simpering females being rescued by manly hunks, so this is my variation on that theme. I know there are different federations out there, I just lumped them all together and called them MMA. Enjoy the story. ................................................ He rolled his eyes and wrinkled his nose. He was in a gym, more specif...
Kevin Reilly unlocked his front door, kicked off his shoes and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. He had just taken his wife Keri to the airport where she was going to be catching the 8 a.m. commuter flight to the state capital. It was her biweekly three day trip to perform secretarial duties for her boss, Bradley Knox III, or as Kevin always referred t...
The deep, dazzling blue of the Caribbean Sea was like nothing Janet had ever seen before. It stretched out like a soft blanket of azure as far as her eyes could see. Overhead, the bright island sun sailed lazily across the morning sky, occasionally disappearing behind one of a handful of fluffy white clouds that floated carelessly toward the horizon. Each...
Jess Simpson walked out of the county jail into bright sunlight. He stopped and squinted his eyes against the suns glare. It was just past 11 p.m. and already sweltering hot. He watched the heat waves rise from the hot asphalt street in front of him. The grass was already dry and brown looking in the summer heat. Jess looked in the small parking lot beside...
This story follows the lives of several of the characters in Whose Fault Was It. It should be free standing but there is useful information in the previous story lines. Again I know this isn't perfect in grammar and spelling. I do appreciate all constructive posts that will help me improve. Thanks ***** JILL TRENTON Jill Stanley Trenton drove away wi...
All of the praises and the criticisms agreed that I should have just posted the entire story at once. So here is the rest of it. * They got up from the booth and left a good tip for the waitress. They drove to Chuck's apartment building. Bev commented that the building was impressive. Chuck lived on the twelfth floor and the elevator ride was quick. The el...
The worst part of my job is the waiting. You have to be patient to be a detective since things cannot be rushed. Stakeouts are a classic example. Another example is waiting for somebody to come through your door to ask for your services. "Come through your door" is of course a metaphor for any manner of inquiries: website inquiries, email, text, Facebook, wh...
This is a bit long. I decided to publish it as one story, instead of splitting it up into multiple parts. Warning: this story involved cheating, extra-marital sex, swinging and cuckolding. If cuckolding bothers you, don't read the story. ***** Prologue My life, or the life I've known, began to fall apart about three years ago, but I didn't know it then...
It was nice to be home after spending the better part of 2 months in Europe. Jane, Judy and I were quickly settling into our old routine and, our newest family member, Lily, was quickly adapting to life in Chicago. Classes were still a few weeks from starting so Jane and I decided that we should turn our attention to what Judy and Emily were doing as they ma...