Life continued to be wonderful. Every Thursday I met with Jacques at lunch time, and had had great sex. After the first couple of times in the back of his shop, the only times I saw him was during our Thursday trysts. The rest of the time , I was Bill's loving wife. By now, the level of guilt I felt had decreased substantially, after all, we still loved each...
++++ Being faced with an unfaithful spouse is almost a fate worse than death. It is a defeat of your marriage and core beliefs. As the famous Football coach Vince Lombardi claimed, "Defeat is worse than Death. You have to live with Defeat". There are sites like Livestrong that claim seven stages of grief when faced with death, a lot more when faced with a c...
This story is a bit longer and slower than most of my stories. I do apologize for that, but I wanted to explore an idea. That doesn't explain my need to inflict it upon you, the reader, but I have. Also, it doesn't contain any explicit sex. It's been some time since I wrote an angry BTB story. Truth is, I've been enjoying a happier place writing love storie...
Bob Holiday felt conflicting emotions. His best and longest friend Paul Foster had died after a long fight with cancer and he had left a request that Bob would write and read a eulogy at his funeral. He had met his friend when they both attended their first day in kindergarten and they had remained steadfast friends ever since that day, when they were in th...
Jack Boston was a competent member of the Pottersbridge village cricket team. A good middle order batsman and a good utility bowler. As a youngster he'd even had a trial for Northamptonshire Cricket Club, but it hadn't come to anything. Pottersbridge was a large village in the Home Counties. It was 40 miles from London and fairly prosperous. Jack was marri...
Author's Note: When I first started lurking on Lit years ago there were certain types of LW stories that easily got my hackles up. One of the worst was the cheating wife on her deathbed confessing all her indiscretions to her husband to ease her conscience. Sometimes she'd tell him, but other times she was even more heartless and just wrote him a letter. Thi...
After reading all 3 Daydream Believer stories by Chargrined, I felt the need to write the 3rd story from my perspective. This is my first attempt at writing; I'm still trying to figure out why! As much as I hate to write, I felt compelled to write this story. Boy, would my English teachers be surprised to find me writing for fun. I recommend you read the f...
Hi there. Welcome back once again. This is the last planned story in the Conversations series, and once again, I've tried to put a new spin on that devastating discourse between spouses; here looking at the question of trust. Trust is a vital part of every relationship. It's one of the three legs of the stool that is marriage - take one away, and it topples....
The following flash story stems from a corny sense of humour coupled with the itch to do something different. Be warned, the story has little BTB, no RAAC and even less sex than primetime TV. Read only if you can tolerate LW presented in the form of a monologue spiced with a healthy dose of holiday humour. While it's not a great piece, I sincerely dedicate t...
Cold air sweeps through your white winter cloak. On a larger scale, the mountain before you gives off a chilling presence and it is not because you are on a higher altitude plane, but because only grey clouds seems to hover and swirl around the peak. It feels as if the mountain itself is collecting darkness to shade itself from the sunlight above. On a small...