Chapter 9 It was a week from hell for Ryan.... without his car everything became a colossal hassle. He had to have his car towed-which he didn't have the money for-and he had to borrow his Mom's car. Besides all this, he had gone to the doctor about his wrist and had an MRI that revealed that he had damaged a ligament. The doctor put a brace on his wrist an...
I retired to Jennifer's kitchen, arranging crockery on a large tray and awaited our 'guest'. She was late, of course and I sat, restlessly, for almost half an hour, before the door chime rang loudly in the entrance hall. I straightened my tie, cleared my throat and went to open the door. Jennifer's mother waltzed straight inside, without invitation. Despite...
Walking back, he stopped at the Grad house for a coffee and saw Astrid and Violet sitting at table and went to join them. When he sat down, he turned to Astrid and asked, "Asti, have you told Vi about your problem yet?" It was Vi that answered, "She just finished telling me. Do you have any ideas yet?" Jack replied, "Not really but if her father is as ove...
The Earl of Crawford, known as Hunter, was so wealthy that he idled his time away in leisurely pursuits. His huge, dominating castle cast a black shadow over the vast, rolling fields of northern Scotland, where his serfs worked from dawn till dusk tilling the fields. He ruled as far as the eye could see, and owned every living thing within his borders. Due...
Alex sat in a comfortable armchair near the lit fireplace in his parlor off his bedroom, sipping a peaty single-malt. The clock on the mantle said that it was but five minutes until ten o'clock, the hour he had appointed Annabel to bring John Crawford to him. Anticipation and whiskey stirred the young lord's blood – he would have him tonight. On his knees to...
Author's notes: This story compares and contrasts the lives of each of the two individuals post-divorce. Warning: No hot sex, no RIAA, No BTB, and it contains only my POV. All errors are mine. My last submission (Eve and Jerry's New Baby) netted me more readers and commenters than any other submission to date. Thank you. This submission should be classed as...
Mr. John Crawford was erect in his trousers. He had been for the last seven days, ever since his normally willing housemaid had stopped attending to him. He'd gone a month without masturbating before, and years between episodes of sexual congress. But he grown used to his noontime servicing this past year, and their encounter a week ago when she had licked h...
"Hello Mr. Crawford. How are you doing on this chilly November day?" I was putting my voting ballot in the collection machine when I heard the woman's voice call my name. I recognized it instantly. "Miss Roslyn!" I said, turning to greet the short woman who was the head librarian for our local city library. "How have you been?" "I have been doing just fin...
To Megs—with joy for her continued high spirits Irene Crawford, Oakhurst's principal, immediately started having second thoughts about Janet Sanders' rather impetuous request to award the "feared 57" punishment to senior Marcie Williams. Irene realized that she had responded in a positive way to Janet's mentioning to her that the request was forthcoming bu...
When you think of cuckolding, what do you envision? A Black dude with a big dick fucking some lusty White woman in front of her lame, limp-dick White hubby. That's the most common misconception about cuckolding, that it involves lame males and overly sexual females. That's just a stereotype, ladies and gentlemen. Please inform yourselves before making snap d...