Thanks to everyone who has offered constructive criticism and supportive feedback. This story can be read on its own. However, people interested in what brought me to this point should start with “WG – Day One” and read about the previous two days. I know that I’ve told you that I sleep really well when I am near the ocean, but as I fell asleep that Saturda...
I would like to thank dianaprince_73 for the proofing of this story. She has been great and very helpful. Bonnie Taylor was a 24 years old with blonde hair and blue eyes. She was a woman who looked like she was hardly 18. When she fell in love and married Bob Taylor she had been dating him for about 14 months. He had asked her to marry him on Christmas Eve...
Part One: My name is Vincent and you may have heard some nasty rumors floating around about me. They are all a lie, okay most of them are lies... alright, truth be told most of them are spot on... okay, okay they are all true! There, feel better... screw you! I blame my cock... it's all its fault... that and the drugs... and all those damn slutty women! I...
It was a terrible situation, but Allyson decided to make the best of it. She lost her room, her clothes, and all her status, such as it was, but she still believed in John, and if nothing else, she still believed in herself. She'd work harder than ever. She'd prove to John that she was worthy of his love. The next couple weeks were a continuous routine of c...
This is the third installment of the Sailor's Wife series. It would probably be best if you've read the first two stories before this one. Please bear in mind that the timeframe of this series in the early 1970's. There are some anachronisms here, and to judge the story by the standards of the 2010's would be, I think, unfair. ***** Nine days! He'd been g...
It was another St. Louis summer. Sport could only be played in the morning or evening, the day was spent drinking ice tea and searching for shade, and the nights were hot and muggy. Becky lived in a little house on the edge of the city. Her parents ran a chain of restaurants- mainly burger joints and the like. They were wealthy but didn't splash out too much...
Everybody has sexual fantasies. Some people are fortunate enough to be able to fulfill some of them, others choose not to, and still others never take the risks necessary to experience them. Not all fantasies are meant to be played out; knowing which ones to risk trying can be difficult to discern. My wife Sarah and I had for many years talked about sharing...
They had planned this weekend away for some time and Miriam was determined to make the most of it. The resort was opulent and their fourth floor suite looked out over the beach and the surf. Dinner had been served on their balcony as the sun went down and the full moon rose over the ocean. Following the meal they had made love inside on the floor and now f...
Chapter 1: The Beginning My girlfriends call me the "Panty Girl." We all get together once a month at a great restaurant or at one of our homes for drinks, light appetizers to talk about sex. It's always about sex. We once made a stupid, unsuccessful pact that at our next dinner party, we wouldn't talk about sex of any kind. It was the most boring 15 minute...
Chapter 57 K. C. Marty visited three of Fayetteville's seedier strip clubs before he located Dominic Strassi. It was Strassi whose name he had found on the envelope in Conrad's abandoned duplex in Asbury Park. He got Strassi outside by pressing a Glock .45 into his ribs. "Who the fuck are you?" Strassi demanded when Marty had steered him into the alley...