Part 3 ended with these words: Next morning I went to work as usual. At around four in the afternoon Arti called me and said in an agitated voice, 'Randy, come home quickly. Ritu and Nitu are .....'. Worried I asked, 'What has happened to them? Where are they?' 'Please come immediately' Arti repeated. 'Arti! Arti tell me...' but Arti had disconnected...
This is a work of fiction any similarities between the characters, events, or locations in this story and actual locations, events, or people are purely coincidental. © 2005 Warlord * "Buyin' time, they say, is a dangerous thing, you never know exactly what the time will bring, just move along, not too fast, try to make the good times last." "All T...
Whether you choose to believe it or not the following is a true story. It happened while I was married to a woman who was sexually driven to a level I've never personally met before. We weren't always swingers. That evolved over the course of the relationship. I was the one who first got the idea to try sex with other people. As she recounted some of the sex...
My name's Pam, I'm 34. I am an advertising consultant and have been married to Barry for 9 years. Barry's my second husband he's 43, Steve - my first was killed in a car accident. Barry's a freelance architect working mostly from home, we don't have children - medically I can't. The reason for me putting my fingers to the keyboard and telling you my true sto...
Annie was cycling home from work. It was getting very late; darkness had fallen, and a nagging, drizzling rain fell -- the type of rain that doesn't seem too bad when you're sitting inside, staring out the window, but that completely soaks you once you're outside. Annie kept pedaling and grit her teeth. About fifteen more minutes, and she'd be home. It had...
I'd been going to Mass for almost three months. No, Margo never did join me and I don't think she ever came to the Cathedral to check on me again. Nor did Margo and I ever talk about her "checking" up on me. Maybe she felt a little Catholic guilt? Regardless she seemed to be genuinely okay with my Sunday morning Mass and I did benefit from the clarity it gav...
It was easy to see that the new manager of the department was my kind of man. First of all he was handsome and second he could not look at me without taking the liberty of scanning my over abundant 38G-cup boobs. He had that look like he was dying to see what I was smuggling around under my sweater while I was wondering how long he might last in my mouth....
I hope you know how ready I am to take our mutual love of my shit to the next level and that this past weekend has given you some idea as to just how ready. I had promised to write you a story for your birthday. Happy Birthday Baby! I'm hoping through this story to ensure we have a hot night of sex, not just tonight, in celebration of your day, but also to...
[Author's Note: Thanks to Just Plain Bob for giving me his permission to add a chapter to his story, "Becoming a Slut Wife: Sarah". This conclusion follows immediately from the Epilog at the end of his Chapter 6. Please read or re-read Just Plain Bob's story before you read this. If you hate my chapter, please blame me and not Bob.] * As Tim rubbed her bac...
Since their meeting on the stairs, and for the next few days Ben and Lisa had continued to flirt and continued to think about each other when they masturbated. The flirting continued on the system and after only a few days they were meeting up again for another break and drink. "I've been booked on a training course the week after next in Birmingham" said...