Section 19 Aaron surprised his self at how quickly he could move. He was off the table, straightening his clothes and lifting Chelle down in less than a second. Surprising himself at how rational and organized his thinking was, he had her slip the gown on, be seated in the chair and then tossed a sheet to cover her bottom half. He stepped to the door, runni...
Prologue: March, 2014. Frieda slowly squeezed open one eye. Her worry wart husband had called earlier, awakened her, and try as she might she hadn't quite been able to get back to sleep. She peered lazily over at the man snoring beside her; drool, like the drip of a leaky faucet was seeping from his open mouth. She could see his fillings and the lighter br...
My eyes opened and I grabbed my glasses and looked at the clock, it read "3:45." "Fuck" I said to no one. After I looked at the time. I got up and staggered to the bathroom and performed my morning routine. I slipped on a pair of sweat pants, shirt and shoes and left my house and walked my neighborhood. I did my final turn and walked up to my back door hit t...
This is a true story by a drop dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories. I stood before my dressing mirror, heart racing, as I inspected myself. When smoothing m...
My wife of 9 years, Inga, is a very stunning woman. Bright eyes, bright white smile with perfect teeth, the perfect facial features of a Western European woman, long blonde hair, and petite tall body whose nipples point up right at your eyes on 'B' sized breasts. She was born in Norway, and raised there until her parents moved to the United States when she w...
This one is the closest to a true story as anything so far. As always, comments of all denominations are welcome. ***** Julie Brown was something special. Opinion was universal. She was bright and worked hard, the teachers respected her. She was a great swimmer, so the coaches loved her too. She broke records and kicked ass in inter-school meets from her e...
When things started to change, it wasn't a big upheaval or anything. Just a lot of small changes that started to happen more and more frequently. At the time they started I had been married to Jane for 15 years. She was 37 and I was 42. If you had asked me at the time whether we had a good marriage I would have said absolutely. But I was a very laid back guy...
This event happened a while back at a friend's wedding. My girlfriend and I had been together for maybe a year. Lisa was 25 years old. I was 27. She was 5 foot 4 inches and was a Swedish blond. She had long hair and a great body. She filled out any dress quite well. Lisa was no bimbo either, very smart, a vegetarian and very politically active. This seemed t...
The following story is true down to the last detail. Names have been changed to avoid legal complications. * February in the Midwest can be crazy cold. I looked out my office window at the gathering gloom of the late afternoon as light snow swirled in the wind. For some reason, I hadn't been able to concentrate most of the day. As I stared out the window,...
"Do you want to go driving," my husband asked. "Where?" I replied. He answered, "I don't know, just driving." It was a beautiful sunny day and I had no pressing work obligations so I responded, "yes, but let me get a few things before we go." We lived in a large city with lots of driving and nearby destination options. I was excited at the opportunity...