Melissa Fourtnoy had picked flowers from Mrs. Tunnsmore's garden and delivered them to Mrs. Edith Brickhouse's house. The grandmotherly Mrs. Brickhouse and Mrs. Fourtnoy had a pleasant time. They met each Saturday for tea. It was a two-hour drive for Melissa, but with her love-life barren, it was well worth it. Melissa found Mrs. Brickhouse mature and atte...
Disclaimer, this story is fast becoming a novel is a work of fiction for the most part the names used are not real people, the businesses, locations, and organizations while real are used in a way that is purely fictional to add realism to the story. Gina and I eased into the hot tub and sat across from each other, leaving room for Jack to sit in the middle...
Infidelity Anonymous 05: Women's Night This is the fifth installment in a series of stories about a fictitious organization designed along the lines of Alcoholics Anonymous where people who have cheated on their spouses, and the spouses they cheated on, can both find support and forgiveness as they work to rebuild their lives. There may well be an organizat...
The cute blonde ran her miles every day, and every day, Garth watched her from his window. Maddy was her name. Today, she was wearing a tight tank top and tight shorts with running shoes. He'd watched her for some time now. She was the youngest in her family. Now eighteen years old, he would be ready to make his move just as he had six years earlier with her...
Sally writes to Mark Saturday Dear Mark, I'm taking to texting, writing to you from work, in the hope of clarifying any misunderstandings we might have had about last night. First of all, thank you for the delicious meal, and the movie afterwards. I was charmed by the way you wined and dined me. My not inviting you inside, when you walked me to my door, w...
On the Sunday I broke up with Nick. I couldn't in good conscience continue our relationship when I was acting like I had with Ryan and David. That was one element of my decision, and the other was that both of those men had shown me what sex could be and I badly wanted the chance to enjoy it without the guilt that had been associated with my prior experienc...
I want to clarify some important points. The story talks about a culture that I already grew up in, so I don't need to gather information about it, as well as it's my true story. Names changed to make the pronunciation easier. Constructive criticism helps me to move forward, but insulting me without providing a reason isn't useful. Finally, I hope you li...
------------------------------------------------------------------ This is a multi-part story of how my girlfriend's friend (Rachel) turns out to be an anal slut and our numerous adventures together as she becomes my roomie for six weeks. This story contains blowjobs, butt plugs, anal play, ass fucking and cheating. You can go from here or read the serie...
Nancy was watching him carefully as he caressed her now; she was really enjoying his all-too-obvious sexual arousal as he felt up her hips, waist and back. And that's all he was doing; his hands weren't going anywhere else and he wasn't getting too aggressive or anything, just gazing admiringly into her eyes as he worshipped her body. His attentiveness was s...
Forward Long ago and far away, I read Bartelby the Scrivener by Herman Melville. My English teacher very cleverly offered no help in interpreting the story or its curious central figure, Bartelby, who calmly declines to do even the most minute task with the declaration I use in this story. Instead, he let a room full of 16 year olds debate the story and its...