AN: All dialogue, unless otherwise noted, is spoken in Japanese. For cultural objects that don't fully translate I've added a glossary at the end of the chapter. If New York was the city that never slept, then Terry thought Tokyo was the city that never dreamed. Its denizens pulsed through the neon veins of the city, on their way to work and back, or anot...
Sunday July 12th 2:30 p.m. It's a scene that we've played out for so many years I've lost count, but it's still as much fun for me as it apparently is for Donna. Donna is the woman who is kneeling on the chair in front of me, looking out the window with her shorts and panties pulled down to her knees, looking out at her husband in the back yard. Her lard-a...
Very Thanks to madengineer3, for editing this chapter for me, despite of all his health problems. I was confused about its category, I was sure over all story will fall in Loving Wives category but no about this chapter, so I chose the closest one. This story is taking place in Indian context, and some of you may not agree with value system used in it, but a...
I closed my eyes and let the music wash over me. It was one of my favorite Jimmy Buffet songs. I swayed my hips and began moving to the beat, completely oblivious to my surroundings and my unclothed state. It was a hot, sunny summer afternoon in Florida at my favorite place to visit, Crystal Palms Resort. Not everyone who lived nearby even knew that this wa...
I wrote this ten years ago, so it's long overdue for another outing. It's mostly a romance with only a smattering of sex, so if it's the latter you want, maybe try my stories in the Incest section. ***** Eyes closed, my nostrils wafted in long ago memories. "Dad!" I lifted my head from the bouquet, and glared at Tom. "OK son. There's no cause to shout,...
Jerry Pemberton adjusted his green apron after setting out the onions. He was feeling pretty good. At nineteen, Jerry was pretty much running the produce department of the market while Ollie Anderson, the Produce Manager, sat in the back watching football on his portable T.V. Jerry was earning money, saving up to go to school in the Fall, and he had the hott...
Thanks again to Chiara23 for your help in editing this story. If you've read the first two "chapters" of this story, you know that this is fantasy. I don't condone extra marital sex. This is just a fun and exciting fantasy. This story involves a male-female-male threesome and some mental male-on-male fantasizing. If that's not your cup of tea, feel free to...
"Aw, fer Chrissakes, Angie! What the fuck did you volunteer us for now?" I was royally pissed. My wife and her woman's group had decided to take on a project for "Earth Day". Hell, I remember the first Earth Day. I even believed in it back then. But things change. People change. Now I come home from work to find out that I'm not going to get to spend my Satu...
Sitting at my desk, finishing up some loose ends, my secretary Lois buzzes me with another phone call. "It's Carol and she wants to talk to you " she said. I hear your sweet voice on the other end "Rick I hope I'm not disturbing you". "Now you know you could never disturb me" I answer. "I have had such a long week with meetings and all. I thought we sho...
Destiny watched the monitor screen as the robots inside the super-clean room assembled the tiny parts. Jonlee stood behind her, impatient with her presence. As Technology Director of this super-secure electronics factory, he didn't like prying visitors, even ones admittedly as good-looking as Destiny. He had protested vigorously against the visit, citing the...