Nancie Craig looked around the condominium she had shared with her husband for the past 10 years. It was a lovely home that had been full of life and laughter and good times and now it all seemed to be a lie. Every piece of furniture seemed to be yelling back at her "It was all bullshit, not one bit of it was real." She felt herself tearing up and pushed it...
MY SUPERSTITIOUS HUSBAND. Angel Love, you are gem, thank you. My husband wrote a story about how I deceived him. This is my story, but to get any sense out of it, you have to read Kevin's; "Superstitious Me? Of Course," first. My story starts where Kevin's ends.... With tear filled eyes I saw Kevin leave the room. His last few controlled words hit like da...
You may want to read previous chapters before this chapter. I'll be submitting a chapter each day till all five chapter are posted. A big 'Thank You' to estragon for editing this story and making it a much better read. Chapter 3: Our growing years I wanted to tell you more about our family and eventually how my wife and I became farther apart. We did ha...
I thought about the afternoon that night as I lay in bed, unable to sleep. She had put on a show and she had been acting a role. I had had a great time, but she did not need to convince me that she was good. She must have known that. I had had fantastic sex with the woman I had wanted since I was old enough to want a woman at all, but it had felt like she ha...
Brandi stood on the peripherals of the dance floor with her latex clad legs slightly apart. She was thrusting her ass and tits out, arching her back for maximum effect. I whispered into her ear that I was away to get the drinks and left her at her chosen location. The bar was packed and it took all of fifteen minutes to place my order and receive our drinks....
I live in Manhattan, New York City -- in a towering skyscraper-apartment. There are more people in my building than in some towns. We're all piled up on top of each other, one floor after another, forty-five stories tall, some staying for a few months, others for years, in a community of our own. Living in a building like this -- in New York City - is dif...
"No man but a blockhead ever wrote, except for money." Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) Once again I find myself in the position of being a mere scribe, presenting a story which I purchased with three very expensive drinks at an airport bar. I never met the protagonist before nor do I know his real name. There was something in his eye that said not to ask too m...
Working in the ads is great. You earn a lot of money, well, in fact you earn a shitload of money. You meet new people on a daily basis and you can pretend to be a creative part of society. Working in the ads is also fucking terrible. You have the ad-people from various big companies throwing their money at you, but in return demanding you sell your soul for...
Passion In James County IX Indiscretions By D.C. Roi Chapter fourteen Melissa dragged herself out of the shower, dried herself off and got dressed. She spent the morning doing chores inside the house. Tom had returned home from his extended trip, but he left almost immediately on another one. She had barely been able to talk with him, much less do anythi...
This was going to be the third time I had met her in a hotel room. We had met on-line, cybered some, done some phone sex and then met in the city. Things like that don't always work out but I could tell when we first met up that I was going to get it. She was not the skinniest, or all that hot looking, and she was well into her 30's. Still, she was local, av...