I spent the last ten hours loading and unloading cases and kegs of beer. All I wanted to do was get home, have a nice leisurely supper and relax. It was not to be. My brothers, Bill and Bob, and I owned a small beer distributing company that we inherited from our dad. We set our hours and our salaries. Business was good and all three of us were able to marry...
"Another Valentine's Day," mumbled Millie as she slowly walked toward the diner to start her shift, "now I can spend the next six hours smiling, wishing everyone a happy Valentine's Day." There wasn't much to be happy about in Millie's life when at age fifty two, she worked two jobs to make ends meet and save for retirement. She did grin for an instant wh...
Some of you might have read my previous story ‘Uncle Ben Has Taken my Wife’. This is the second part of that story. Readers might recall that Uncle Ben is not the benign American Rice vendor. Rather he is an overweight, lazy fat slob. Picking up from where I left off in Part 1 its fair to say that Uncle Ben had completely taken over our lives, or at least...
We had known one another for about a year on that hot summers night, when I was just relaxing in the house, hanging out with Cathy and sitting in the garden drinking wine. Six of us were due to start sharing a student house in the Autumn of 2003. We'd all met in halls, all got along and decided to not go for the more intimate house shares, the twos and thre...
After the party which his mother attended, and in which he was tricked into a bizarre initiation of her, leaving her face and hair covered with his cum, Ben had taken Jean, his mother, home, and they had ended up in bed, Jean desperate after being on her own so long. They had also taken the opportunity for Ben to have sex with Barbara, who had introduced Jea...
Note: This is the third installment of two stories published in 2016 - How Is This Night Different? (7/28/16) and Day of Atonement (10/10/16). Presumably, what follows takes place prior to the Covid-19 outbreak. Mindy Setrin-Greenwald, no matter how unhappy she is married to Sam Greenwald, would never leave her marriage because of what it might do to Rachel...
7. First Night of Slavery. Chloe dressed and followed Ben up to her apartment, then she unlocked the door and they went inside. Ben quickly grabbed Chloe and forced her against the wall, kissing her even more passionately than he had in the elevator. They kissed for several minutes before they finally came up for air. "Oh god, Master, no one's ever kissed...
I had a boyfriend who didn't mind kissing me while my mouth still tasted of his cum. We kissed in that dark alley where I had blown him, and while we kissed his fingers were under my skirt exploring the oh-so-wet folds of my pussy and rubbing against my aching clit. The people walking past the alley, if they happened to glance our way, would have seen only...
Author's Notes: Sorry about the delay in releasing the second part, life got in the way. If I do another story, I'll probably have it completely written before I submit. I would like to thank people for the positive feedback. As for those, who sent negative feedback like, and I quote "what can I say its shit". Hah, I'm married that was the response I was ex...
Ben Kidder sat on his bed, swarmed by a host of questions that arose in his mind after advancing from level nineteen to level twenty. The biggest was how it could have happened at all. He could feel two extra slots for ninth level spells and room for a forty third spell inside himself so he knew it was just as real as him being a sorcerer in the first place....