I am seated across the breakfast table from my daughter on a Monday morning. She will leave in a few minutes for her job as a barista at a local coffee shop. I am not on the production schedule today, so I have the day off. As we chat amiably, I study her closely, looking for any sign of change. She will enjoy her eighteenth birthday next Sunday and I keep e...
I spent a fair amount of Thursday distracted with thoughts of the coming weekend. My mind couldn't get around this feeling of anticipation, my desire to be with her. I was feeling anxious. I was thinking that I would do anything to be in her company. It was almost overwhelming. An associate and I were working on a project. He asked me why I was so crazy ab...
After work Jen went to visit Joe at the SoHo loft apartment. Willow met Jen at the door. "Joe tells me you'll fill in with his massage therapy when I'm not here," the gypsy said. "Um sure, I can do that," Jen said. She'd meant it as a joke with Joe, but she could help out in a pinch. "Excellent, it's better for Joe's spirit if his therapy is with someone h...
The door slamming broke her reverie, the noise startling her enough to make Kay jump up from her seat. Walking towards the lounge door she heard Dan's voice calling her, as she walked her mind readjusting to reality after the mental playback of scenarios started to fade to the back of her conscious as real life beckoned. "Hello love." Dan's cheery face fil...
"I don't think that I'm the right person for this. You need someone more experienced. What if I fuck this up? I'll get my balls snatched right out from under my cock!" I was more than a little nervous watching Serena and Corinna rifle through my closet. "Your balls were snipped off quite a while ago my dear and the woman who owns them has given you her orde...
This is a continuation of the Ring and makes more sense if you read it first. * "So let me get this straight, it's a weekend night and you run into this client and the next thing that happens is your wife is pregnant with a black baby. Steve that can't be the whole story." Susan questioned. There was no way I was going to tell Susan what really happened....
Welcome to part four of this ongoing series. As promised, we are going to get back to the group sex motif. Any similarities to any persons, places, events, or anything you make have ever heard or imagined before is a complete accident. ***** It was quickly becoming the slowest week of my life. Everybody knows where I'm coming from, I'm sure. You have a fu...
It's funny really how my thoughts and ideas about it built over time. I never classed myself as a cuckold, in fact I find no joy in the term. I see myself more as a voyeur, interested in watching women get fucked. It just so happens my voyeurism is limited to just one woman and that one woman is my wife. My name is Richard York and I have been married to E...
Copyright© 2019 by Richard Gerald This is my submission to the Beyond the Wall of Sleep story challenge. Please excuse the typos. Normally, I give a story a final reading after a week or so, but this has a file by date. I have played with the theme a bit. This is more Hitchcock than gothic, but then that's what I was raised on. * The hill was not high,...
Thanks to Ms. Black and Ms. Moon for the idea for this exercise in writing. To know these ladies is to love them. Now, let the fag cuck shit begin! I never saw it coming, but I probably should have. My lack of attention may have been a contributing factor. Last April, on a rainy Saturday morning, my wife revealed to me just how unhappy she was. We had been...