It started very innocently. A writer receives a compliment from a reader. However, there was something different about this reader. She seemed very sensual and forthcoming in her comments. They corresponded back and forth. The more they e-mailed the more details they gave up about themselves. Soon they were exchanging pictures. That is when he saw her true...
This is a work of fiction and any similarity between events depicted and those recently reported in the press is entirely coincidental. "Harry, do you love me?" Rhoda asked suddenly, completely spoiling my mood. "No," I replied, as I pulled out of her, with my tool sort of shrinking and oozing slime into the condom without me actually cumming. "Why not...
Those of you familiar with my story will know that I've went from hot trophy wife to out and out slut wife. My husband has given me full permission to fuck whomever I want, whenever I want. While this has been a perfect arrangement for a hot slut like myself, I must admit I do miss the excitement of the non permission teasing and discrete fondling that used...
Marika worked her hands into the frozen soil, digging for her prize. Despite the thick gloves she wore, she could feel the cold cutting through to her bones. But she tolerated the aching pain, as her fingers worked away the dirt from the large brown tuber she was harvesting. By all accounts, this was to be one of the most productive harvests she had managed...
As we walked off the crowded dance floor I asked if I could buy her a drink. She quickly gave me the once over. "Yeah, sure," she replied with a smile. I guided her to the last pair of empty stools at the bar. "Captain and Coke," she said as the heavy-set bartender approached. He nodded and looked at me as I fumbled for my wallet. "Bourbon, rocks," I sai...
Smack. The noise of her phone on wood, so hard against the desk that she garnered a stare from just the man she was trying to avoid. She cursed mentally for not acting faster. She was new here- a few months in, but still new- and somehow her boss had an extrasensory instinct on when to walk by her desk: every time she was looking at her phone. Clicking throu...
(Please note in the UK several ex-mines have been maintained as educational tourist attractions, to show how men once worked and lived below ground). Most Halloween stories you read are about fancy dress parties, where the wives masquerade as Little Red Ridinghood, drink too much and fall prey to the Big Bad Wolf or the Headless Horseman. Then, when the wif...
There was a storm brewing on the distant horizon growing closer with every chill wind. Jason stood at the door to his home watching the dark grey clouds churning themselves into a fury that would be unleashed by night fall if not sooner. It was the third powerful storm in as many weeks, a situation that could only be considered freakish by southern Californi...
Ben finished the third of a six pack of Bud cans and decided calling the boss a "corporate fucking whore" was probably the wrong approach. He was sitting on the gray carpet of the empty living room in his completely empty house. A perfect ending to a perfect day, he thought. Janet's forwarding address was still taped to the door of the empty fridge. She'd pr...
"THE TEMPTATIONS OF TASHA" Tasha entered the dark room, and knelt in the middle of the floor. She was holding a small votive candle, like one used in a church to ask blessings. Dressed in a peach colored silk kimono and tied with a faded red silk rope, she looked at the polished wooden floor before her, afraid to raise her eyes. The kimono clung to her body...