The final chapter A lot has happened since that bachelorette party. The money from the sale of my house purchased a little cottage in a coastal town in Oregon as well as a bookstore coffee house. I spend my days talking, reading and making drinks and food for my friends. Cindy taught me how to make all kinds of drinks and together we learned how to make pa...
Natasha had always told Paul to expect the unexpected and true to her word, he was surprised to receive a text message from the crazy ex-girlfriend he'd last seen three years ago. However, his curiosity was roused and he read her message as his mind flickered back to the year he and Natasha had dated. It had been a wild ride indeed and in spite of the te...
This story is just a little fantasy, written in first-person, male POV. While I have fondled my husband in a grocery store, we have never played this game. SandraMustard 2014 ***** My wife, Debbie, and I headed for the grocery store. We often shopped together and messed around like teenagers even though we've been married for more than twenty years. We h...
The sun laid a blanket of light across Tom’s 4-poster bed. It was late morning on Friday, and the blanket of warmth would remain for several hours yet…well into the afternoon. Denise flopped herself down with her arms out, in the middle of the bed. She loved being there on Tom’s bed. She managed to escape there for at least one afternoon every week. Today...
This is a sequel to one of my earlier works, 'Claire's Cousin'. Although it could stand as a story in its own right, readers will get much more out of it if they've read Chapter One first. Chapter 02: Simon's Seconds "Oh God! Oh God, Tim!" My wife's aroused voice sounded hoarse and crude over the slightly crackly telephone line, filling my smart but cha...
It was just my luck to be caught in a damn blizzard on my way home from my job as a nurse at Detroit General Hospital. I was just outside Madison Heights, on interstate 75, and a just talking up a tizzy to myself. “Damn, girl, your black bod is way out of its tree for you to be driving in this stuff.” I could hardly see the cars ahead of me. “Momma,” I scre...
MONDAY... I'd been sent out on a business trip to a marketing conference in Minneapolis. It was a national conference, so people from all over the country were there. They'd gone all out for us—the conference was in this really nice downtown hotel, they gave us breakfast and lunch and even held a mixer for everyone on the first night. It was that first nig...
Knowing you like I do, I know how sexy and attractive you find pregnant women. I didn't see why that would be until I got pregnant and watched my body change. I feel so sexy and I'm very easily aroused, you know I've been touching myself a lot, and quite a bit of the touching has involved thinking about us together. I'm sure you'd be in awe at my body ri...
I work in a bookkeeping office in Midtown Manhattan. I live on the Upper West Side with my wife, Rachel. We've been trying for a bit of time to have a baby but, to this point, haven't had any luck. I should add here that I have a rather strong fetish for pregnant women. This is something that is fun, if a bit inconvenient at times. Here's why: I have a co-w...
I was walking back to my flat; it was the summer of 1976 and I was 24 and it was hot and dry, so I was wearing short sleeved shirt with a tie on, of course, but no jacket. I was training to be an accountant and lived in a small flat, not far from where I worked in Kingston-upon-Thames. I came round a corner and there was this woman struggling to carry two pl...