Every man in our small community knew Jeanne. She was in her mid-thirties, short, slender and blonde. She had a cute face, a long neck, long legs for her height and a butt like a 16-year old. She owned a small gift shop, and yes, she knew the effect she had on men - and she loved to tease. I knew she was newly divorced, and I secretly hoped that she was read...
Audrey Horwell was a successful fitness instructor. She had it all. Owning her own business, she had begun with one women's only fitness club, and over ten years expanded to two women's only and one co-ed facility that also handled injury rehabilitation. Audrey's ice blue eyes and iron discipline had made her goals not only possibilities, but realities. Her...
Did you enjoy our first fuck together, my darling bois? I know I did. I'm still thinking about it. Are you? Of course you are. And with that excitement, still, such shame. Making your cheeks burn. Making it difficult to look into your wife's eyes. To meet your girlfriend's gaze. You are no longer afraid. You are ashamed. Of what you are becoming. Of her fi...
There is no sex in this story, sorry. This is a repost of an older story so there will be no voting. * The chick flick, my wife Cathy and I were watching the last two hours, was finally over. I had too many beers but she seemed to appreciate it when I sat with her. "I just don't understand it, John. How could a husband be so hard headed that he couldn't...
Chapter 6 – Training, skirmish. Jezebel woke up the next morning and felt wonderful. The aftereffects of the fight and power breakthrough seems to have passed. She throws on a silk robe and she lets Sandy and Scott sleep in a little more. She heads into the kitchen and starts a pot of coffee. In the living room she starts with some stretches and does her...
I find great comfort in the darkness as the music fills the room, playing melodic and captivating in the background. The fear that I feel coursing through my veins finds its way straight to my sex as it pulses in anticipation of what is to come. Yes, I am afraid of the unknown, but I also welcome it as my trust for you is immense. I know that any punishment...
The note left on the table simply read: "I want My bitch ready for Me at eight." tess's hand quivered as she read the words and her tummy jumped. He had been in a mood as of late. It was the kind that she could not ease or soothe and she had been waiting to help Him in a way only she could. He did not demand this of her often but, when He did, she knew th...
You understand now, don't you? That to be a bitch is not all about the fuck. Even if the fuck is everything, my darlings. But remember, patience makes the bitch. And you will need to be. Patient. which is something that straight men are too lazy, too intellectually fat to understand. Why a whore shouldn't respect them. They are not cocks, just dicks. So m...
Chapter Seven: Tiger burning bright We dried off and gathered our clothes in a euphoric cloud. I kept sneaking peeks at Keven and I caught him eying me with a goofy grin on more than one occasion. Brazenly, I walked back to the house with my clothes in hand and a towel across my shoulders. Keven was a gentleman and walked beside me, rather than behind me....
Eight years of marriage down the drain and for what? She just couldn't keep her legs closed. I find it hard to believe that men stay with slut wives just because they love them so much. I have given my all to this woman and the best she can say is "I'm sorry." Is sorry going to make the pain go away? Eight fucking years wasted on this slut. Well, as my grand...