XXIX. The morning following a peaceful sleep is a good time to think. Sitting with a mug of hot coffee, Jenn consciously chose to remain alone for a while. The urgent messages from Lisa could wait; now was the perfect time to re-evaluate her life, her direction, her performance. And it was an especially interesting collage when viewed objectively. How many...
Heather was sat in her picture window looking out into a starlit sky; it was 9:00 at night, and it was dark in her sitting room. She had turned off the lights, it was a beautiful night watched by an equally beautiful woman. Her soft angelic hazel eyes were filled with tears of sadness, what was she going to do now? This very day had been the day of her husb...
This story is protected by copyright, by Peter, the author, and cannot be reposted or used for any purpose without his prior consent. But please email the author at the link below to request such consent. I've posted this final part in BDSM based on much feedback from readers. I agree it doesn't really fit in 'Loving Wives', but don't fully think BDSM is q...
In part seven, we heard about how the lack of clothing, Marcia's panties, promoted and encouraged her sexual behaviour. Here, we take that further and see how it has affected her and the men around her. Chapter 1 Marcia's penchant for going without knickers started the third or fourth time she and Kevin fucked. That was nearly ten years ago, she was thinki...
If this was a dream, I didn't want it to end. There just inside the open doorway stood my wife of twenty-two years, wearing only a black lace bustier, crotchless black panties, and black mesh stockings finishing in black 'fuck-me' high heels. Next to her stood her friend from work, Kiesha, who if anything looked even better. A tall, light-skinned African-Ame...
Warning / Author's Note / Spoiler Alert: This was my first attempt writing something like this. It's four years old and I don't dare attempt to re-write it. If there's something wrong with it, chock it up to the fact that I was a 20-year-old virgin writing about something I didn't fully understand. I'll take positive criticism, but please don't knock me for...
"You have a nine-thirty meeting with the board of directors about the six-percent projected increase in the fiscal budget, an eleven o'clock meeting with the legal team about the impending lawsuit form the Marks Corporation, a lunch meeting with Harry Thompson about his transfer to the Hong Kong office, and a two o'clock conference call with the regional man...
Again Thanks to Bron Zeage got Editing this Merci monsieur Fran. * Descent into Adultery and S/M Final Regis finally smells a rat. For the rest of the week, I tried to come to grips with my feelings. I did not understand at all what had got into me. Not only had I cheated with Marcel multiple times, I submitted to punishment and a gang bang to please...
I returned home after dark that night. My day had been busy with purchases I had never made before. I bought Cay one week's worth of uniforms for school as well as a couple of packs of white underwear to change into, since I had already ruined the only pair she had on. Part of me liked the idea of her dirty garments still around her waist, dried with layers...
It was the perfect day. You were miserable. And I'd been waiting for a while for a day like this. I had called you at work just before lunch and you told me all the things that had gone wrong so far for the day. Your boss was being a jerk. The other girls in the office were being catty, your feet hurt from being on them all day so far, and a hundred other l...