DISCLAIMER: this story is a work of fiction and does not in any way reflect the actions or thoughts of Jessica Alba. It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money from writing it. This story is inspired by Sean Renauld's series 'Starlets to Sluts', which in turn was inspired by shadowblaze18's 'Red Carpet Faci...
I had to drive my wife to the airport Sunday evening. It wasn't high on my list of ways to end the weekend. I'd been pretty stressed out at work the last few weeks. The last thing I wanted was to give up Sunday with my wife. Erin had a flight to Detroit where she was going for several days of meetings with a client. She was meeting a colleague, one of her...
INTRODUCTION: A few weeks back, Cloacas made a strong comment on a story. He proposed that the whole husband-runs-away genre was silly from day one, and it's high time we all put the whole damned thing to bed and come up with something more original. Unfortunately, originality has never been my strong suit, and I was already half way through this, my third a...
The order of my stories to read is: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, Case of the Executed Evangelist series, The Swap series. Interludes 6-9 Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for...
To the reader This is a work of fiction suggested by an actual event. The stop light was yellow and I was slowing down to stop when I saw a car coming from the opposite direction speed up to try to beat the red light. He didn't and the traffic light camera flashed twice, nailing him for running the red light. I smiled as I thought about those cameras. They...
[This story has very little sex. It has cheating and consequences. When you read the story, remember, they have known each other for over twenty years.] * Some guys are clueless. I was one of them. Clueless men ought to have meetings somewhere. A place where we can get together, have a beer or six and feel stupid together. Trouble is, we wouldn't know the...
NOTE: This story is a sequel to "The Warlord's Kitten" and probably won't make much sense unless you've read it. For anybody who insists on reading anyway, Lin'qa is trans. ***** A smelly, smothering presence invaded Lin'qa's dreams, and she felt herself starting to awaken in a hurry. The presence didn't go away, and in fact, mashed into her face even hard...
I’ve not written much about Tanya and me over the last several months. So, here’s an instalment, another glimpse into our active sex-life that we’ve enjoyed intensely over the last couple of years. And yes, when you read my stories, the ones with Tanya and me in are true; only the names of our friends are fictional to protect their identity. So, get yourself...
Marianne - Part III – The Convention/San Francisco Matthew would arrive at my place by 6:30, so I woke up at 5:00, I didn’t want to be rushing around before he arrived. I showered (I wanted to be fresh) and went to my closet to pick out what I’d wear that day. I wanted to look sexy so I chose my clothes carefully. I picked out a pale blue dress, that fell a...
Judy Henderson was flipping through one of the large stationery sample books, unable to make up her mind between the heavy robin's egg blue stock with gold embossing or the sunset pink twenty pound stock with ocher embossing. She needed someone else's opinion, and she looked up to see if anyone was available. She saw that the only other person in the store...