Sloppy Old Pussy - She listened to her girlfriend. A short story of how a wife's botched, one time attempt at infidelity proved beneficial to her husband. ***** Carrie and I (Ken) had been married for almost 20 years. We were both virgins in high school when I got her pregnant with Marissa, then Teresa a year later... SNIP - no more babies from me. Now t...
I suppose I should have known it would eventually happen again. Especially considering my wife's powerful physical attraction to men of color. It began one very warm evening last August. My wife Susanna and I were attending an event indirectly associated with my place of employment. It was an obligation neither of us looked forward to. As a result our plans...
Okay like right off I want to make it clear it's Holly now and forever. Holt's fucking dead and I'm killing anything that's left. And that's a damned good thing. See Holt was an asshole, I...he...that person I was...I was raised by an asshole. My dad and he wasn't a nice guy. He was a jock, he was a mean jock raised by worse my grand dad. Holt was part...
[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE; THIS STORY IS TOLD WITHOUT RESERVE OR POLITICAL CORRECTNESS; READER SHOULD TAKE CARE AND CONSIDER LOOKING ELSEWHERE; CONCLUSION HARD EDGED; READER MUST BE 21 OR ABOVE.] [THIS STORY CENTERS AROUND A MALE BULLY WHO GETS HIS COMEUPPANCE FROM HIS OWN DAUGHTER; HIS PUNISHMENT I...
Flora and fauna Fresh air welcomed her as she closed the door behind her. Darren had still been sleeping when she had left her room, as was the innkeeper, snoring loudly in the common room. She had helped herself to some bread and eggs and decided she would go see the mayor next. Dusk of Dawn looked a whole lot different during daytime than it did at night;...
The northern waters are cool and windy. A refreshing ocean wind blows the waves, under the cloudy and grey evening sky. A large and sturdy trading boat, looking like an odd mix of Arab with a touch of Roman, and African imagery on it, comes to rest in a port. Simple yet sturdy wooden planks form it, as light skinned men smile and approach, meeting men in t...
This story takes place after another called Proof, and the whole series begins with a story called Welcomed. That being said, you'll probably be a bit confused if you don't read those two first. Of course, if you already have read the other two, then reading this intro was completely pointless (trolled). Enjoy! ***** Concord Cirella rested herself agains...
Warning! This story contains sex between men, and sex between women. If this offends you, then it is not the story for you. This is a four part story, maybe more. It will be told from the perspective of four different people in the following order. The husband, the wife, the other man, and the other woman. This first story is from the perspective of the hus...
[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. It is a fantasy and as such, the story may or may not conform entirely with reality. With historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual p...
It was a warm night, unusually warm for the high country of Virginia, and there was no chance of rain, so I had chosen not to pitch my tent. I simply laid my groundcloth on a bed of pine needles, nailed it down, and unrolled my sleeping bag under the open air. Truth is, I was too worn out to fool with the tent. I was not quite halfway toward achieving my dr...