I was naked, barefoot, sexually excited and my wrists were bound behind my back. Meanwhile, Mistress Barletta was dressed charcoal-colored tweed and she sat in her chair with the imperious air of a queen presiding over her kingdom. "Has she been processed by Doctor Ponder?" Mistress Barletta asked, and I immediately fell in love with her voice. She spoke wi...
I recommend you read Did my wife fuck Tyler Jones? before reading this. It will make more sense. If you were happy with the way it ended then you might not care for this chapter. There is little sex. Thank you V ***** She stepped toward me. "Andy... I..." I held up my hand to stop her. Then I spoke. "Well, you got your wish." "What are you talking abo...
OK. I got a message from a reader complaining that I was always doing Burn the Bitch stories and never a Burn the Bastard story. I actually did a Burn the Bastard, but it was the guy's daughter that burned him, so they put it the Incest category, even though I submitted it for Loving Wives.. For those interested, read Burning Doug. The reality is that Burnin...
The following story is the original conclusion to The Story of a Button. At this point, I have yet to read any alternative conclusions to TSOAB due to an unexpected and unscheduled trip to the operating theatre. Painful and expensive and that was merely the bill. The epilogue has been "softened" upon the advice of beta readers and upon reflection that Rita i...
Subtitle- THE BLUE HAIRED LADY AND THE HIT MAN Crime Story: Among other vices, the Hit Man makes husband watch as he performs anal on the willing wife but the hubby might have a chance for the last laugh. INTRODUCTION- WHO IS MR. BLUE? Mr. J or Sami Jibrony, aka Mr.Blue are all the same person. He is a large man, over six foot four. He is a lifelong crimi...
"I hate all fucking men!" Lara Jordan yelled at her attorney. "Starting with that ass hole ex husband of mine. And his black fuckwit lawyer and that little oriental turd of a judge! They're all a bunch of worthless motherfuckin ass holes!" Betty Jones said, "Come on Lara. Calm down until we get out of the courthouse. Let's go get some coffee." "I don't wan...
Days Twenty-One to Twenty-Four The days began to resemble one another, each as monotonous as the one before and the one to come. Slopping-out; breakfast; shaving inspection; using the bucket; lunch; dinner; shaving; lights-out: all these punctuated by short periods of daily exercise, and long periods of lying down, dozing, rubbing, filing my nails to the qu...
This story will stand alone, but to see where the driving force behind this dark tale comes from you need to at least read the intro to The Dark Trilogy (1). +++++++++++++++++++++ I found out strictly by accident. My boss had been in an automobile accident and his car had to be towed. He called me and asked me to come pick him up. As he was climbing into m...
Well Hon, It's been a long time. I would have written sooner but in this place you can't count on anything. Funny, you'd think a prison would be the most predictable place on earth but trust me it's anything but, especially with my notoriety. To make a long story short, my cellmate got transferred and I had to find another way to get my story out. Hell, I h...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. I dedicate this story to Walter from Southern California. * Ruth confesses the sexual affair she had with Jack, Jay's older friend and neighbor. The final leg and the culmination of a long, tiring trip home from Japan, Jay's taxi drove down his street and neared his house. A quiet street with a lot...