Prologue I come home from work on 8th November to find Ava crying inconsolably on our bed, a little piece of white plastic clutched in her fist. "How long have you been here?" I ask gently, taking her in my arms and kissing her loose chestnut curls. She doesn't answer so I ask again, "What time did you take the test?" "At five," Ava hiccups indistinctl...
I walked in the back door, both terrified and titillated at what I might walk in on. I had spent the last two hours replaying the videos my wife had sent me earlier in the day while she was at the beach. I had played the video of her stroking Kyle and letting him cum in her mouth probably twenty times. Only very rarely had she swallowed my cum. I think it mi...
Author's note: This story is fictitious and is a product of the writer's imagination. The characters and situations are strictly for the reader's enjoyment and bare no resemblance to actual events or facts. * Twinges of fear crawl around behind Rikki Lovette's breasts. She nervously drums her fingers on the rented Fiat's steering wheel. Out the side window...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to the eagle eyed reader who pointed out the geographical error in Chapter 11, that I've since rectified and reposted. As I'm typing this, Jessamy Beech Chapter 11 has so far received 16 five star ratings in a row. I'm flattered, thanks very much. I must be doing something right and I hope this instalment lives up to all your expectati...
Saturday, January 14, 2012 Batcave, Wayne Manor, Gotham City Bruce is again at the Batcomputer reviewing his notes as he sees the message from Wonder Woman, aka Diana Prince with the Subject, 'Big Barda.' Curious Bruce clicks the message and see... Wednesday, January 4, 2012 Free's Residence, Calvin City, Connecticut It had been a couple hours since...
Chapter 21 - Kentucky Google will tell you that using the Interstate highways it should take just under two hours to get from Hamilton, Ohio, to Lexington, Kentucky. Dave took the back roads and made lots of stops. At three-thirty in the afternoon, he still hadn't quite reached Lexington, and he'd been on the road since eight that morning after leaving Mart...
As always I'd like to thank my editor Erik Thread for his hard work and advise. This isn't the story I wrote the first time, or the second or even the third. However, the last one Erik saw was the third, so I know I've made errors since he last fixed this. I'd also like to thank fdkman262 who gave me some great insight into what I'd written as opposed to w...
Preceding notes from the author: This is another cheating wife. She's found out. Her husband takes appropriate action. And my customary admonitions. Is it long? It is long. I like to talk. You may find something ever so slightly political or religious. Do not take umbrage; they're there for the fun of it and to entertain the reader. Carvohi Hope you enj...
Please read A Crossdressers tale part 3 before moving on to this story. *** I slipped out of the sticky lubed up rubber, rinsed it and hung it on the rail to dry. Knowing full well I'll need it over the weekend. A quick shower and I jumped into our very large queen sized bed and began to nod off. Soon I was disturbed by someone squeezing in at the side of...
Peter Parker's apartment had schizophrenia. It wasn't his fault. Not that he'd done much to treat it, his sense of interior decorating having been stillborn. It was that his two roommates had such domineering personalities, yet divergent tastes—they clashed with each other so much, it was no wonder they were dating. Mary Jane Watson was an aspiring Broadway...