Notes: 1) Yes, I've chosen the Loving Wives section deliberately. Let's not debate it. 2) Yes, I realize Andrea isn't a very loving wife. Please see 1 above. Chapter 1 Andrea was living what she thought was a perfect life. She was finishing her degree at college, living with the good looking guy she loved in a nice apartment, and living a large life. She...
The hotel room's red door softly shut behind her as she slipped in quietly. She walked over to the large TV, heels clicking on the floor, and inserted the memory card. Clicking back across to the bed on those expensive heels, her short black dress stretched enticingly across her rear. She set her glass down on the chest next to the bed, and lightly licked he...
I'M OLDER BUT NO ONE CALLS ME MA BARKER. She weighs 210 pounds but she's no empty suit. All characters are adults. Tyrone stared into the flashlight beam. Jackie Bajavez lifted her blonde head off the pillow to look, too. "Hey nigger? Ever hear of 'the man'?" Jackie recognized the familiar voice. "Uh huh," the black man replied and stared at the light....
This is one of four endings posed for "ARE WE EVEN NOW?" In case you haven't read the original recently, here's a quick synopsis, Burt, Tad and Sandy's friend, has come to town. They take him to The Club where, without warning, Sandy goes on stage, starts a strip dance, and then pulls friend Burt on stage, completes her strip, and fucks him in front of Tad...
~*~ This story is purely FICTIONAL. All characters are over the age of 18. Some of the places named in this story are real, others are fictional. In my little fantasy world there are no STD's or AIDS, but we live in the real world so please practice safe sex. ©All rights reserved. This is my first online story so please send some feedback. I live in South...
She came up to our table and in a German accent, stated her name as Donna and she would be our waitress. She then began taking orders for our drinks. When she got up to me, I could see a 'look of need' in her eyes. I motioned to her with my finger to come closer. She leaned in toward me and I ordered a club soda with a twist of lemon. I don't drink and I di...
I've written this in two sections in a slightly experimental style. The first is deliberately in the past tense and the second in the present tense. It just seems to be better that way. I hope you agree and enjoy it although it is quite brief. Part 1 This is a story about you and me. You know who you are. I wrote a story. I posted it to an erotic story sit...
Things were going pretty well for Walter. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. He loved his job delivering the mail as the town's only mail carrier. He hadn't missed a day of work in eleven years and adhered to the words that Herodutus, the ancient Greek historian, who wrote about the horseback riders delivering mail in Persia more than 2,500 y...
"You know Phil, I wish you would call me Breezy." He looked over the top of his menu at his 22 year old assistant and asked her, "Why would I call you that, Beatrice?" Breezy smiled and ran her hand through her unnaturally black shoulder length hair, "Because that's what all of his friends call me." "It would feel a little presumptuous; I'm almost twice...
Jarno Nash had taken a meeting with the bagman for a potential client. A meatball, some big business hustler who wanted his trophy wife followed and surveyed for signs of cheating. The couple had a rural estate a few miles outside of Trenton where Nash had been asked to meet with the businessman's rep. Theoretically it actually made for a nice drive and a pr...