An introduction and a couple admonitions: By way of introduction this is one of several stories, maybe three or four, involving infidelity without my concomitant effort to reconcile the spouses. Something else will happen. No mayhem, just something else. Also, it's in two parts, but it's all here, no sequels. A couple admonitions are in order. First, the s...
Note: Nearing the end now. Thanks for sticking with me if you've made it this far. I've been getting killed in the voting because of the cliffhanger, which I suppose I should have expected. Hopefully this chapter goes a ways toward changing your mind. Special thanks go out to my two regular editors, LilTexasSexFiend and AnInsatiableReader, for making this...
Note from Slickman: Thought I would do a “first time” story that included a spin the bottle game. Everyone in the story is at least 18 years old so enjoy. All copyright rules apply. ***** It was Mike Brown’s first job at the age of 16 years old. Luckily for him his grandfather owned the small shoe store located near the Catholic High School he went to. H...
Many thanks to Greowulf for his wonderful editing. ***** The next couple of days went by without any further progress in their investigation. Sherry was tied up incorporating feedback and edits for her new storyline, but in the evenings she would be beside Stella in the hospital. Even after her discharge it was decided that Stella will not be left alone....
The shrill sound of the tea kettle shattered Max's reverie. He was remembering when he and Rosie met thirty-eight years ago. Sighing deeply, he looked down at the yellow mug and remembered the vision of the two of them rowing down the Charles River that May morning, the night after their first date, the first of many, before shocking everyone they knew by ge...
Jim finished her spanking and surprisingly Kate didn't get up from his lap right away. He was pleased Kate took her punishment well. Kate didn't make a sound as the tears fell from her face. Jim really had to admire her for that....admire her as well as love her. He took no pleasure in spanking her but honestly felt that Kate needed a strong hand to keep h...
*As you can see, this will be a long chapter. Thought about splitting it up into two, but I figured it wouldn't be the best idea to leave you all hanging on an unnecessary cliffhanger, so I just left it as is. Anyways, thanks for your continued interest, and I hope you'll enjoy!* Mornings used to be special to Jeneda. They used to represent a fresh start,...
I was in a small neighborhood plaza in Seville when a painter at his easel caught my eye. He was painting a woman sitting on a bench with a small fountain behind her. She was dressed in white and was surrounded by pigeons, she looked fabulous. She also looked sad, resigned to her fate. She had a white cane at her side, she was blind. I walked up to the guy...
Kirsty stared around the room. The Christmas tree that was a safe distance from the roaring fireplace had turned out magnificent in the end. Petrine had insisted that they all help decorate it on Thanksgiving. That had come as a bit of a surprise to Kirsty, but it seemed that her mother-in-law retained far more than simply her accent. She kept several of her...
Sitting on my porch on a warm spring day, smelling the lilacs and lavender while savoring the taste of cold lemonade in my mouth, it was hard to get my head around the idea that anyone would want to live life differently than this. But, of course, people do, they do it all the time. And at least a few of them knowingly trade the promise of this away for some...