We drove back towards Dallas with both Carrie and me quiet for the first couple of hours. Most of my time was spent thinking about how proud I was of both my kids. It felt like today was the culmination of preparing them for adulthood. I was sure both would be productive adults. After all, both were intelligent and hard working. I was excited for years to co...
I was watching a PBS TV fundraiser program on classic country and western songs and the original artists that sang them. You know the kind of show I mean. The kind where the master of ceremonies says something like, "If you love this kind of programming, call 1-800-PBS-CASH and make a pledge." Any way, as I was sitting there listening to the songs, it stru...
This isn't quite the follow-up to an incest story I wrote six years ago. So if you've read the first part, you'll probably be disappointed that an essay on fantasy is in place of the conclusion to a brother/sister story. The e-mail I used doesn't exist anymore, so if you're pissed I won't ever know. Also, if you're irriated with the idea of this text why not...
Just a flash story ... Shit. You know it's coming. You can read the signs. The unexplained times away, the evasions, getting caught in small lies and telling bigger ones to cover them up. Moods swinging from unbridled lust to don't you dare touch me to total indifference. I tried to talk about it. Tried reasoning, tried threats. You do it until one day...
Just a short essay on the situation we read about so often about the cheating spouse that laughs as they put one over on their partner. Who do they really hurt in the long run? Who is the chump? The one who loves fully, or the one who pretends, lies and cheats behind the other's back? Always searching for something they already have, if they only opened t...
This is a somewhat short LW story that ties in with the NC Bobby and the Cheerleader Car-Wash series. My personality tends to be reflected in my stories. I am an upfront guy, sometimes confrontational on some matters. Over the decades, I've had a few friends who were the victims of cheating wives. This story, except for the mercenary career of the husband, i...
"Thanks for that babe. I've been wanting to tell you for years but didn't know how to broach it!" My husband smiled at me as I lay on the bed with second load of spunk spilling out of my stinging asshole. "I wish you'd told me earlier" I smiled "I could have been getting fucked like a dirty slut all this time!" I winked, running my hands over my naked bre...
This unedited version of the story will be replaced when/if I get an edited version from some of the three editors who got it 73, 33 and 21 days ago. An old saying says, "Beautiful girls sleeps with naughty boys." What could I say? Could I agree? Yes I could because many people in our Scandinavian county capital regarded me, Lucas Larsson as a very na...
Story 5 This is a work of fiction, well some is. My name is Robert, my friends call me Rob. This story is told from my perspective, but parts are filled in based on information that came to me later-on. So don't everyone go getting in a snit about the first-person vs third person switch back and forth when that happens. Otherwise I hope you enjoy the read....
Jill was performing her nightly ritual when she heard her husband getting out of the shower. He walked in on her as she was reclined on the bed to examine her vagina. The sense that his gaze was fixated upon her provoked intense embarrassment and guilt. Ordinarily; Jill would not have been uneasy about Jack catching her with her fingers inserted deep into...