This my first story and I hope it will be liked. I have a sequel that I am writing now and will post it if all goes well. All comments, suggestions and criticisms are welcome. Even anonymous naysayers most of whom lack both the courageous and/or the imagination to post here. At least I am trying. A very special thanks to csmoss46 for her editing of this sto...
Note. I have carried forward from previous chapter "It's not a case of me not being able to hack the house husband role, you know that's no longer a problem. What is the problem is your attitude to me. It seems that you no longer respect my opinion, and take every opportunity to criticise and mock me! I have been taking this shit from you since March and I...
Hi folks, those of you who don't like longer stories should probably skip this one. Mikothebaby and I have done two or three shorter little gimmick pieces for the last few and we wanted a chance to stretch out and do a story with no ghosts or goblins or tricks. We wanted a story about people relating to each other or not relating to each other and how it aff...
Getting a divorce was very easy: if you were a college lecturer, immersed in books, liked your job and had very little money. Experience had led him to that conclusion. He didn't blame his wife for walking out on their five-year-old marriage and finding a guy with loads of money, but tried to come to terms with life and its vicarious twists. He was walking...
I told him to stay back that night and wait for his son to come back- my plan was to make RamanLal witness my seducing his son. He was not willing but told me a story that I must tell all of you- his second wife who actually made him 'addicted to sex'. Not especially good-looking or sexy, Lavanya – his second wife was nonetheless attractive enough to tempt a...
I don't think you can imagine how expensive it is to hire an off-duty Sheriff's Deputy to dress up like Santa Claus and serve divorce papers on your wife at 8PM on Christmas Eve. Trust me, it ain't cheap but it was worth every penny. Santa was in character when we met behind the garage. He was perfect. The man had his own costume, including shiny black pate...
Rebecca sighed with exhaustion as she finished carrying the last box up into her bedroom. She'd just moved in after closing a few weeks prior. The house was a mess, not just because of the mounds of things that needed to be put away but because it hadn't been inhabited in some time. The previous owners hadn't lived there in some time, so there was a fair amo...
At last, Jonathan Jean-Baptiste felt like he was finally where he belonged. Lying on his back on a kitchen counter with a strap-on dildo buried deep inside his asshole. The big and tall young Black man stroked his cock as he got the fucking of a lifetime. The person fucking him was none other than his lover and next door neighbour Arianna Kennel O'Bannon. Th...
It was our first Christmas apart after 8 long years of a marriage that wasn't meant to be. We share 3 beautiful children and remain friends even though our lives took separate paths. We had decided about a week before that Sam would come over early Christmas morning so that he and I could put out all the "Santa gifts". We wanted to surprise the children to...
Author's Note: In the previous chapter, there were a lot of complaints that I had deliberately misspelled certain words in order to convey the idea of the protagonist's Dutch accent. For that reason, I decided that, since the representation of the accent was no longer integral to the story (as the reader now gets a clear picture), I will dispense with the m...