The doorbell rang. Excusing herself from her guest, Julie rose to answer the door. She was a little perplexed. She rarely got unannounced visitors, and now she had two. It was a cold and rainy night, and Julie couldn't imagine who would be knocking on her door. When she opened it, she got a shock. "Hello." The man before her said. "Tom!" Julie exclaimed as...
This story is complete fiction. There is no Jo or Hank or double stretch limo. I tell my wife I would never share her. I thank Shygirlwhore for her editing skills, making this story a better read. I did change a few words yet again so any errors are my responsibility. Comments are invited. Rodryder44 * She sat down at the table opposite him and grabbed h...
Note 1: "My Erotic Fiction", which means you cannot use or repost it without permission; it may be illegal or immoral for you to read it; and it is not based in reality. Note 2: It may or may not help to read other stories in the 'Tak'lon' universe. If I ever publish this drivel, it will the 'The Tales of the B'Naf'By'. ***** "What the jehill just happen...
Tom Investigates Angela's mom did not appear to be home. Tom stepped through the front door and called to her. "I'm up in my room, Tom", she answered. Tom went upstairs. Angela was face down on her bed sobbing when Tom came into the room. He sat down beside her and put his hand on her back. They had been good friends since they both were around 5. Now,...
You might want to read part one of this series, though not completely necessary to enjoy this story... Immogen sat through lunch feeling calm. And curious. Judit ate voraciously and gave no indication that her fingers had been inside Immogen less than an hour ago. Immogen watched Joseph feed Judit a couple of grapes and dab at the corner of her mouth with...
Bob Dylan's voice, in a pleasant level from the speakers; "The times, they are a-changing". And as I listened, I enjoyed a glass of red wine, reflected of life itself, my life, women and particularly my wife. Not many years ago, women stayed at home and men worked. And some lucky men travelled on business, stayed at hotels, drinks in the bar and happy life....
The essence of this story is true - a woman calling her husband, long-distance, to tell him what she's up to in her hotel room with another man. It was told to me by a long-time friend, someone I trust. I can't, however, vouch for the dialog; I don't remember his tale verbatim and so I've imagined what a woman like my friend described - gutsy, sure of hersel...
When you isolate your ability to talk or even share what you desire with the one you are supposed to be able to, where do you turn? Who can you talk to? We all need an outlet. Mine just happened to cost me everything. It started with my sister's engagement party. I was delighted to see her so happy, and we all went out, had a fine meal and just relaxed.. Bu...
My husband used to play in bands when we were in grad school. He had a lot of fun but our day jobs don't really leave time for that anymore. While the last thing I would want is for me to be up on stage, it sure was fun to watch him. He's playing corporate gigs in a cover band for now but I wonder where that's going to end up. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a f...
"How about we go away for the weekend?" I ask, "I know of a cabin we can use, it would be fun, just the two of us secluded away from the rest of the world." The cabin I am referring to is a little on the rustic side, it doesn't have any modern conveniences, no electricity, no bathroom except the outhouse. So we would have to bring everything we need and coo...