Ireland, 1985 'Girl Scout Cookies.' Regina snorted. 'It's worse he's getting.' Mike laughed. They were driving home from Con's house where, after the pub, they had drank take-out Harp with the man of the house and another couple, George and Paula. All three men were old schoolfriends. Con -- unmarried, alcoholic, an overgrown class clown whose shtick had...
"Just don'tâ" "Screw it up again?" I nearly yelled into the cell phone. I wasn't angry; it was just hard to talk over the crying in the backseat. I actually laughed. "I didn't mean that," Helen answered in a wounded voice. "It's just that you can be so . . . so . . ." "Flighty?" I offered, accompanied by a snort. I turned my head and told the two girls ba...
"So, it's done now. The divorce is final. And you can marry Consuela now. A smart choice, I might add. Just not one that most men in my experience would have made. You're a rare fellow, Jack Jackson. Incidentally, where the 'Jack' come from, anyway? It's not your legal name, and as your wife, I definitely noticed," Jill commented on the notice that we both r...
I was in Heaven, of course, taking Jessica's ass while Rick impaled her pussy with his cock. Her bottom felt so damn good to me, once more, a little looser than earlier for obvious reasons, but that was no issue to us. The sight of those tanned, oily buns, damn if those weren't the most beautiful things in the world! The way that she reacted to being sandwic...
{Note: This is the seventh in a multi-part story series describing the evolving relationship of a woman who provides leadership and discipline for her husband. Each installment can stand alone, but they read much better if you start at the beginning. Go to: Erin Ch. 01 - Female led Relationship. JQGraves} ******** "Oh... Yeah... Oh yes. That's sooo good....
Chp.7 The John in the Hotel Room I wondered if I would catch a ration of crap from John for not being home and having his dinner ready where he got there, but he was in the spare bedroom and didn't come down. I went into the hall closet and rummaged around until I found some wrapping paper, some ribbon and a bow. I wrapped the box with the jersey in it and...
Chapter Eleven Holy Contemplation - 3755 A.D. There were two pleasures that Archdeacon James XXVI enjoyed more than any other. One was to have his anus penetrated by a monstrous cock, preferably one belonging to a black man. The other was to penetrate the anus of another man: preferably a youth who'd never been so violated before. These refined pleasures, l...
I first realised that something was wrong when I received an email. What's wrong with receiving an email message, you're wondering. This one denounced me as being a limb of Satan and told me I'd burn in hell. It was signed devout Christian. The next one I received called me spawn of the devil and that I should rot. Signed by aggrieved Christian. There were...
My white frilly lace panties delicately pulled down passed my stocking tops, so as to not crimp the lace, dangle from my ankles. The twelve inch small chain that holds my ankles and the thin steel cuffs locked to it rests on the carpeted floor, the panties rest on top of it and cover the tops of my 3" spike heel pumps. My small but erect penis exposed in fro...
Note: This story is the seventh installment in a series entitled "Brenda and Bobby" . If you have not read the first six episodes of this series, I strongly recommend that you do so before beginning this episode. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these stories, I strongly reco...