If you don't like stories about unfaithfulness, look away now. If you don't like cheating, don't read. Don't say you weren't warned. Much of this story is true. --- In summer 2011 I went to a wedding of an ex-colleague. We had only worked together for about a year, but when I moved away for another job we kept in touch and I was happy to be invited to his...
I am a 30 year woman who is proud of her husband. He is the one that supports the family, puts food on the table and works very hard to make my life so much better than what it was when we were a normal couple. He is a very good looking boy with sharp features, long blonde hair almost reaching his mid back, an average body with very big butt. He has very le...
Michael and Karen have been chatting for awhile, telling each other their wildest sexual fantasies and desires. Karen met Michael on an online chat room that she frequented for kinky adults. Karen stumbled upon this chat room one night after she grew tired of crying over a man who obviously never loved her. She had just broken things off with her long time...
Author’s note: I do a lot of flying in my work. One day I set next to an actual Bubba. His total lack of even the basic elements of respect for women caused me to write this satire. Keep in mind the web page is a fake. Also, Sprite, thank you for editing my work. You are a true joy to work with. * * * * * The first of Bubba’s Laws on Women. “If she ain’t g...
For most of us, erotic literature presents an avenue of escape from the mundane banality of the waking world. With but little more than the click of a mouse or typing a few keywords into a search engine, one can safely indulge in their most titillating, perhaps even taboo fantasies for a half an hour or so, finding a source of relief and enjoyment without an...
It all seemed like a blur, to be honest. I have no idea what the hell just happened to me. One moment, I was driving my parents to my sister's high school graduation ceremony, and the next thing I could remember was some sort of explosion. Some glass from the front panel must have lodged itself into my face or something. I distinctly remember that much, at l...
I sighed and picked up the box cutter, deftly slitting the packing tape on the last box of the worst moving experience of my life. We, my wife and I, had moved from the east coast to the west coast for what was supposed to be a better job opportunity for the both of us. Outside, it was raining profusely and the weatherman was predicting more for the next thr...
This story could go in a number of categories. There isn't a lot of sex. Thanks to my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for making my stories a much better read. Since court shows seem to interest people, I thought I'd be Judge DG Hear. This is a totally fictitious account of a story I made up. Let me know what you think and I'll see if the Judge has any mo...
"Look, I'm sorry, honey. I just want a divorce. Plain and simple. I met Joe again at the reunion, and well, the old flames started up again. You and I, we've been going through the motions. It's over, babe. I don't know what to say. We're over. I'm really, really...really, sorry. I'm really sorry, Dan. I hope that someday, you can forgive me. Here's the prop...
Victor Herrera walked with a purposeful stride as he left the fish market. Stepping quickly to the curb, he stuck his arm in the air, signaling for a taxi. The rush hour traffic meant he had to wait for ten minutes before a yellow cab pulled up to him. Broadway and Moore Street, please, he instructed the driver and sat back, with a satisfied sigh. In his he...