Wally Cleaver had never been so happy. He finally was going to spend the weekend with his best friend, Eddie Haskell. The two 20 year olds commuted to the same college, but had never spent time together overnight. All through High School Wally had begged his mom to have Eddie stay for the night, but she would have none of it. Where would his brother Beaver g...
Before reading this little adventure, I would ask you to please read the earlier parts of The Weekend story. Originally intended as a stand-alone story the first part has been changed slightly at the suggestion of several readers in order to extend and complete the tale of our heroine. An absolute figment of my imagination, there may not be enough sexual s...
From the start we were like the Three Musketeers, one for all and all for one. Then, sometimes we were more like the Three Stooges. Whichever we were; we were inseparable. The world considered us to be cousins. We were almost. Andi and Sandy were true cousins. I am Patrick. My mother married into the family after my father died in combat. Dad was a US Ma...
Coming home from a busy day, all Kathy wanted was to sink into a hot bath and then into bed. Tomorrow couldn’t be as bad as today had been. Soon the bath had the stress of the day melting away. Steam on the mirrors and mountains of bubbles floating on the surface of the water began to take over, and she started to sink into little subconscious thoughts. She...
NOTE: This is book two in my Sergeant Mike's Miracle Tour series. The first, My Country Tis of Thee, is also posted in the Novels and Novellas section. While I suppose technically, you can read this story as a standalone, I believe it will be more poignant for those who have read My Country. And one more thing...a beta reader once said that reading this st...
Moira was having a hell of a hard time trying to fight her way out of the trouble she was in. She had more or less brought in on herself by her own actions. She had seen the look in his eyes about a year ago, right around the time of his eighteenth birthday. She had actually looked twice to make sure she hadn't misunderstood that gleam. It was a gleam she h...
It was usually the cold air that woke him up, and if not that then a hot body grinding against him. If he was lucky, it would be Mary Jane; at least then he didn't feel guilty. However, it rarely was her, and when it was Black Cat would be watching nearby, mocking the red head's "poor performance" and pulling her off so she could finish the job herself. Spi...
There are two story fragments here. Both stories will only have limited appeal. They are both cuckolding stories. Just for the sake of clarity, the stories below feature: Cruel, attractive, and sexually aggressive wivesEmasculated and humiliated beta-male husbandsAlpha males, who enjoy the wives. Please don't bother sending me any rude emails, as they are...
(As always, bricks and bouquets as desired. Feel free to comment. Good comments inspire me. Bad comments enlighten me of where I should have done better. Keep them coming!) CHRISTOPHER'S SIDE I walked aimlessly. Just how was I going to measure up to Brian's memories? Everything that I did for her in bed from now on, would be tainted by his measure. Even if...
Natasha was my best friend but going back, things had always been bumpy in our friendship. We had met in college and were thrown together as roommates our Freshman year. We bonded over boys and ice cream and it seemed like we would be friends forever. After college, Natasha went to graduate school for international business. She was also studying Italian, Fr...