Another "Honey, We Have To Talk" Forward: I decided to write about a common theme here in Loving Wives. The wife begins a conversation with her husband saying a version of the phrase, "Honey, we have to talk" and all hell breaks loose. My venture into this fray resulted in two separate tales, as I debated which way that I wanted to take the story. It is no...
It was nearly midnight. At this point, I had been sitting in this chair besides the young black woman for hours. Alexis Barron's size 5 nylon stockinged feet remained propped up onto my upper chest, crossed at the ankles, and with such arrogance. Her silk covered toes remained in contact with my nose at all times. Her arrogance was inconceivable to me and,...
CHAPTER 1 Sarah Schmidt said to her husband Carl, "So we begin the cycle again from tomorrow. You've hired a drunk, or gambler, or mental retard, or keyhole peeper or thief and he'll last less than a month before you kick his ass and pay him off. Then the cycle begins again." It was Sunday and Schmidt's Sunset Creek Feed and Gain Store was closed and with...
Author's Note: This is the original Part 2 version of my story. This version is slower to develop, and it's got more emotion and less gratuitous sex. I rewrote Part 2 because of the comments I received after submitting Part 1. But now I'm curious to know which version you prefer. Please let me know what you think. Thank you for taking the time to read my sto...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Maryse or Bayley or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. * Bayley was in the second stage of grief, and she wasn't sure she'd ever leave it. She'd taken a series of devastating losses throughout her career, but for her, this one was the fin...
DAN I heard the distinctive sound of an incoming message on my phone, as the day was approaching midday. I'd been having a pretty normal Monday up till this point. I own and operate a mid-sized consultancy firm that I'd built from scratch almost 20 years ago that now had close to 50 employees, with plans to expand in the near future. I was at my desk, worki...
This is an ongoing story, and likely won't make much sense without reading the previous chapters for context. This story contains themes of BDSM and kink. So if such themes make you uncomfortable then you might want to give this chapter a pass. As always, I urge you to vote, comment, or message me to give me your thoughts. It can only help me in my future...
Every morning i wake up and i have cravings and desires. I dont know where it comes from, but i always get horny in the morning. I havent been touched in such a long time and i don't know what to do. Somedays i even try to catch my brother in the shower. So i get up and have breakfast and of course the food always makes me think of cock. I try my best not to...
Hi! Welcome to my story. I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Andy. I know it sounds like a boys name, but I’m a girl. Not that you’d know by looking at my chest. Even though I’m 18, I’m as flat-chested as a board. I do wear a sports bra, but it’s not hiding anything of note. I’m five foot four inches. I also have bright blue eyes and red hair. F...
Beth was a gorgeous, 28-year-old woman. She had blue eyes that sparkled and a stunningly beautiful face that was suitable for the cover of any magazine. Beth was five foot nine and blessed with the body of a swimsuit or lingerie model. Her natural, 34D breasts could easily grace the centerfold spread of Playboy. They were beautifully shaped, with perfectly p...