It was becoming an altogether too familiar pattern. Pack the bags, kiss the wife, then get on a plane to God knows where this time. He glanced down at his ticket - Boston - great. He stored his carry-on in an available overhead bin, sat down and waited for the trip to begin. He didn't remember closing his eyes, much less falling asleep. The dream, he remembe...
Chapter Five Mrs. Taylor Reads a Book Mrs. Taylor woke up feeling very good. She usually did after a weekend like the one she had just experienced. Mr. Rowling screwed in more ways than one, Michelle's ass reamed for her first time, the Goth Girl at the sex shop ass fucked until unconscious, then robbed and finally Greg given a serious d...
Victoria Busch had lived in the aging farmhouse on Neversink Road all her adult life, and even though it was a large place that seemed larger after the passing of her husband a few years back she was determined to stay for as long as she could. The house closest to hers had been empty for quite a while but a couple months ago a single gentleman by the name o...
I've been having trouble with Charles again about the bedtime thing. Really, it's so silly. Eight o'clock is a sensible time to be under the covers, don't you think? "Mother I'm twenty-two and in graduate school!" he begs me. "It's bad enough that you won't let me go out at night, but couldn't I just sit up and watch Mad Men?" So I made a deal with Char...
"You didn't attend the funeral." Albert said, leaning in the doorway. "I didn't need to." Ella answered. She'd been invited to her late husband's parent's house as a sad celebration to mark the anniversary of Harrison's death. Ella had accepted their invitation more out of a need to see these kind folk than for any want of remembrance of Harrison himself....
Originally written on Superstories.net. If you want to join feel free :) You are more than welcome Somewhere on this Planet there was a deep Cave. Once it had been a natural Cave but millions of Dollars and years of Work had made it even bigger. Inside of this Cave there was a building that belonged to the most advanced in this World. It was shielded against...
This story involves the theme of a dominant wife and a submissive/cuckold husband. If this is not to your taste, read something else. _________________________ When I got out of the shower Saturday morning, a pair of pink panties was lying on my pillow. This is our signal that Lynn is in complete control for the day. This brought a smile to my face as well...
NOTE - this story is written as if told by a woman from the London area, using local language and modes of speech. I think it adds authenticity - I knew several 'Janices' and 'Melanies' in my younger days, and it's how they would tell it. The band Black Widow really existed, and did have a stage show (in their early days) in which they 'sacrificed' a naked...
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Disclaimer: I do not own Captain America 2 or anything to do with Marvel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Sharon Carter had never been good at sharing her space. Or sharing anything really. But she had particularly bad memories of having roommates in college. Part of that was that she would always find some part of them attrac...