It is around 9:30 when we got Don to bed and we are in the master bedroom. My favorite gook just finished putting on the black collar tag reading "Alpha Bitch". Same waist chain that my new young gook had on, to finish off her is black spiked thigh high boots (every heel in the shoe collection is 6 inches or higher.) Next, we hear the door open so first I h...
The morning was tense for Brad and me. I was secretly looking up exercises to burn calories fast, how to properly diet and portion my food, helpful tips for weight loss. Meanwhile, my husband was glaring at me staring at my phone. "So," he huffs, "What, uh... What are you doing on your phone there?" he questioned, offended. Is he jealous of my phone or somet...
Note- Dedicated to Mrs. 123z, and thanks for the inspiration. xxx "What the fuck is this, Gina?" I sat bolt upright in our bed and saw my husband looking at myself and my lover, naked in each others arms. I looked back at him and only felt, not saw, the stranger in the bed get up and leave in a hurry. "Was he better than me?" What could I say as Marti...
This is my fantasy. Some of you probably won't like it. I don't care much. If you do have fantasies like mine, I hope you enjoy this one. Thanks to my editor and muse, who was relentless in his attacks on my earliest efforts. I take back some of those nasty names. -,-'-{{@ I watched my David remove his jacket at the door, hanging it neatly on a hangar. He...
Thanks to my team. They are: Girlinthemoon, Norafares, Hal, Pixel the Cat, and GeorgeAnderson. Harddaysknight is my mentor and gives me critical review. SBrooks103x also gives me a pre-post read. My thanks to you all. Just a light-hearted fun tale. If you're looking for death-vengeance, it is not here. If you just want a story I had fun writing and hope yo...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 3 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. PLANNING FOR THE WEEKEND The next four days until the Halloween...
Okay, here's my second attempt at a story for this site: it starts slowly, so if you are after instant gratification: look elsewhere. Thank you to the people who advised me about story classification after "Plaything": I'm pretty sure that I have got this one right, though! Please let my have your constructive comments as they will help me to improve. Please...
Tremendous thanks to AdrienneL for making this story vastly better than it was before this skilled editor went to work on it. "I need to talk to you about Eleanor." Logan looked at his wife. He was surprised. "So that's it." "What do you mean?" "Something's been bothering you for a couple of weeks. Eleanor! Huh!" Amelia looked at him quizzically, as if...
The momentum of the night before finally slammed into me as I drove to the University the next day to teach my classes. Slammed onto my chest and for a moment took my breath. The argument, explanation, justification I presented to my husband did make a crazy sense. A sense he must have recognized, and obviously tolerated, borne on the momentum to laugh with...
Circa 1980 Lynn, my wife, is a petite brunette. In her bare feet she is just shy of five foot tall. She has small but perfectly formed breasts. They might be small but, I can get a nipple in each side of my mouth and this is something that really turns her on. Her ass is something I can't keep my hands or eyes off of. Lynn and I have both been married once...