They say you should keep in touch with the child within. But what if the child within is a monster? Surely then the best thing to do would be to keep that child hidden in a deep, dark place? Or to try to kill it, some how? My name is Steven Evers. Once, I was Dr Steven Evers, a respected psychologist and author of numerous textbooks and self help books for...
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.....unless it's a wife who is scorned And Alisha was a wife scorned. She stood in front of her bedroom mirror with her hands touching various parts of her naked body. She was trying to figure out what was wrong with what she saw. Every time she let her fingers go across her breasts or her clit she closed her eyes, bit...
It was late on Friday night and I had just missed the8:30 by a couple of minutes. I was in the city for a meeting that ran very late and found myself sitting alone at a bar in Union Station while I waited for the last train home in the 'burbs.. I called my wife and told her not to wait up. I was nursing a drink because my budget wouldn't permit a second wh...
Myra Broxon was short, pretty, vivacious and fun. She was in her early 30s and was a senior charge nurse at a large NHS hospital that was just off the M25 London Orbital Motorway. And she had got herself into a bit of a pickle, to be honest. She had been married to her husband Stan for ten years. She loved Stan to bits, but the problem with hospitals anywhe...
"Kim, we need to talk." I said rather sternly. My wife of five years had just walked into our house. Her long dark brown hair had red and blond highlights that contrasted with her deep blue eyes. She was wearing a white blouse that showed lots of cleavage, a black knee length skirt, black stockings and high healed pumps. Turning to me she saw me sitting on...
"Mable, we need to talk. "I filed for bankruptcy. We do not have shit in our accounts and the mortgage payment is way over our income. The house will soon be repossessed and we will be out on the streets. I met with my lawyers today, and after everything is over our net worth will be around twelve dollars." My sixty-one-year-old wife looked at me with surp...
Beth, are you having an affair with Alex Pressman? I could see her recoil as I mentioned his name. Doubt, concern and fear spread across her face but no denial. Shit, I shouted. Her face and actions had given her away. I wanted to scream at her only, only I had no voice. I wanted to hurt her, only I knew I could never intentionally hurt her. Anger surged...
Chapter 16 "Well, any news?" I asked Samuel, who showed me an envelope with a letter from his wife, Ravneet. I showed him an identical one from Summer. It smelled of her ... and it wasn't perfume, either. I wondered how the mail guy felt about the scent of my fiancee's pussy on the envelope, since it was likely that he recognized the smell. Judging by that...
No sex. Sorry. I've been told I have a nasty tongue when I'm upset. Don't believe it! I'm a pussycat. I waited impatiently as she showered. When I walked into our house, I'd caught her lying on the settee alongside Assface, naked and covered in sweat and other bodily fluids, and an expression that said all too clearly "I've just had an orgasm!" I'm not...
This story is a follow-on to the story "The Ninth Step" by thecelt. I recommend you read it first or this story will make no sense. It is with his kind permission that this story is being posted. The original story explored the idea of keeping a secret rather than hurt a spouse with the telling. I respect thecelt's opinion but, as we all know, circumstances...