This is a rewrite of a piece that had been published on LIT a while back but was pulled by the Mod because someone read "sexualization of murder" INTO my story line. Just to be clear here folks... I DO NOT WRITE, FEEL OR POSTULATE that concept here. I have ALWAYS had my characters accept the punishment demanded by willfully taking a human life or committing...
Dave, day three. Today's plan was simply to be a cheating horny wife. I planned to go across the street to the Hilton, chose a participant and let him convert me into a slut-wife. I was going to be a very bad girl tonight. As planned, I went shoe shopping found some nice suede heels. By 10pm I was in my deliciously slutty outfit ready to get completely fu...
The door slammed as Sophie swept in and dropped her overnight bag on the kitchen floor with a bang. Yep, my fiery, redheaded wife was still furious with me. I watched as she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down opposite me at the kitchen table. It was a beautiful late Alabama spring morning, but the atmosphere seeping across the table was frigid. Aft...
Thanks to GToast for editing this story. * "Yeah, fuck you bitch! You got exactly what you deserved," Michael said out loud as he sat at his computer. With a smug smile on his face he clicked back to the new story list and began searching for another. "I've got time for one more 'burn the bitch' story before Frannie gets home." Every evening Michael sa...
I looked avidly at the TV screen I'd set up in the garage, seriously aroused yet emotionally turmoiled. The eight separate cameras shown on a rectangular display on my laptop, with one camera view on the TV screen, showing my wife Suzi, wearing a black leather look Waspie, matching quarter cup bra, sexy black seamed stockings and very high spiked heeled ankl...
I climbed in to the shower with Suzi as the water cascaded down her heavenly curves. Water droplets fell from her upturned aroused nipples, as a sheen of clear water shined her tanned smooth skin. I kissed my wife gently as her lips responded to mine, as we began to softly chew and nibble each others lips. Suzi leant against the tiled wall of the bathroom...
I waited as the secretary announced my name into her intercom. I was mildly surprised when she looked up at me, smiled and said, "Mr. Foster will see you now, Mr. Kite. Please take the elevator to the fourth floor and then go through the door on the left." I knew that George Foster was the manager of this Eastern Security franchise, a firm specializing in g...
Many thanks to infructescence for her editing of this story. * It was hot sunny day in Gambia. Though both the door and the only window were missing on the corrugated tin shed at the backyard behind a bar in the outskirts of the capital city Banjul, it was hot as a sauna inside the shed. No wonder why the naked gorgeous Scandinavian housewife who was lying...
I would like thank Ahazura and Randi for organising this event and inviting me to participate in the second Legends' Day. Me? A legend? I blush! I would also like to thank Laurel for all her hard work. Thank you Randi for your fine editing skills and also thank you for the anonymous help of a bashful contributor. * He had it all. He had all the informati...
Okay, here's a short stroker for you. Tanya is a gorgeous woman who loves to flaunt it. She goes out shopping for groceries in a mini skirt and boots, looking for attention. She meets a neighbour on the stairs of the block of flats and likes the look of him. He offers to help her carry the shopping bags upstairs. Tanya's husband is away so she accepts and in...