Chapter 1 I'm Going Home This is it. I am hoping to hit the reset button. I can forever shed the label of Violet, the sex slave, the Chambermaid—or whatever I was for the last year—and become me again. Once I ring this doorbell I can resume my life as Brinley Avery Bishop. College student, daughter, aspiring actress, girlfriend? Maybe I will follow my ag...
To say it was just another poker night would be a down right lie; I had not hosted a "normal" poker night in over a year. Now that is not to say I have pushed too many boundaries, let's just say I make sure my girlfriend Sally does her best to distract Willy, Pete and Angelo with her low cut tops and flirting while serving us drinks. It was Friday night, w...
This is the 100% true story of a fight I had with my girlfriend. I was emotional, but I still remember it clearly, so this is pretty much word for word. Hope you like it. * My girlfriend and I had just had the biggest fight we could remember. It started off harmlessly, but escalated quickly. It started at her house on a typical Friday night when we were h...
Some years ago, I had to travel to Europe on a business trip. Unfortunately, because the trip came suddenly, I had to make do with whatever seat assignment I could get, since the flights to Europe at that time of the year are very full. I was lucky to be able to get a seat in the last row of the plane. As it turned out, it wasn't so bad, because I got the ai...
You don't hear a lot from New Zealand, but I tell you what, it's worth a visit. The women there are fantastic. Last year one of my friends was about to get married & being the best man, I was asked to set up the Bachelor party. I was dating a girl called Jenny at the time. She was an attractive little blond, about 5f.6", with a sexy hourglass figured body &...
This account is intended to be the first of a few stories about me and my girlfriend Louise, and the things in our lives that we find erotic and have explored together. We live together as a 'married couple', and plan to be together for the rest of our lives, hence the reason for posting this story in 'Loving Wives' rather than in any other category. I've ne...
Things were going pretty well for Walter. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. He loved his job delivering the mail as the town's only mail carrier. He hadn't missed a day of work in eleven years and adhered to the words that Herodutus, the ancient Greek historian, who wrote about the horseback riders delivering mail in Persia more than 2,500 y...
On Sunday morning I left the house early. I had an appointment in Whitby; a small timber yard that had formerly thrived on supplying the boat trade had a stock of mahogany that it was selling off. I had a plan for it. One of my regular customers wanted a coffee table that could double as a flogging support, and I'd offered them a design that I thought they...
My name is Pete. I'm a retired American living in Mexico right next to the border with the U.S. I'm divorced and my children are grown. I don't see them any because they're afraid of the border violence. But living in a Mexican border town can be as safe as anywhere else in the world as long as you don't mess with drugs; you mind your own business and avoid...
Years ago, my girlfriend Julia and I were spending a long ski weekend at a small vacation house with her sister and brother-in-law. We were joined by Ted, a man who worked with Julia, and Ted's girlfriend, Kristen. I'd met Julia's sister a few times before that weekend, though I barely knew Ted and had never met Kristen. Each couple had their own bedroom on...