I like nerds. I really like them. I wish I had some sense of what this says about me. It might, of course, simply be the case that I am a nerd myself, but that seems all too simple. Besides, I'm quite sure I'm not enough of a narcissist for that. Maybe it's just exciting to know that someone is passionate about some subject, or subjects. That they apply the...
*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned* *Never judge a friend by what they give, but of how much of themselves they give* *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. My apologies to Homer and...
"I'm not going to beat around the bush, Michael. You're a smart man, and I can tell you see yourself as a straight-shooter. So, I'm going to shoot straight with you," my wife's boss said, sipping a neat glass of expensive Scotch just after our wives had excused themselves from the table to powder their noses. I stared at the man. I disliked him immensely; h...
I suppose that I have my wife to thank although I never will. In fact, I hope to God she never finds out because that would change things and the Good Lord knows that I don't want that to happen. It started the day that I found out that my wife was an unfaithful whore. It was a story as old as time. We had planned to go someplace, something came up and I ha...
Calvin Hensley was awake in cold sweat long before the alarm clock buzzed annoyingly on top the drawer. He only got a little, if at all any sleep the previous night. He rolled over and knocked the stupid thing off the drawer. It didn't stop buzzing and he didn't bother picking it up. He just laid there thinking about something about the Swiss being pretty co...
What's up people? My name is Wendy Darcy-Rousseau and I'm a young black woman living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. I was born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a Haitian immigrant father, William Darcy, and a white Canadian mother, Julianne Tremblay. After moving to the City of Toronto for school, I fell in love with this majestic town. I graduated with...
Part I: The Data Breach I padded quietly down my stairs and crossed over into the kitchen. I felt the need to be absolutely silent for some reason even though I was, as usual, totally alone. Maybe it was something about the absolute silence of the early morning, with the crisp orange light pouring in through the window, that I didn't want to disturb. Maybe...
Bonus story time, lebbis and gents! This gut-tickler of an idea struck me just recently, and was far too much fun to resist. It'll be very different from my normal material. This is my first in the Humor category. Even though I include a bit of humor in most stories, it doesn't dominate the main action. My four non-numbered "bonus" stories to this point (bot...
Note: This story is the seventy-second episode in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous seventy-one episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I stro...
Author's note: The fantasy story setup was that my husband would meet a couple in Chicago and do the wife while the husband watched, and call me on the phone while they did it. The couple played cuck games at home, but had never actually done anything like that in real life. We started writing something fairly realistic, but then the characters just got...