WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, video games, franchises, historical events etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic...
Chapter Nine - Endgame May 1986 In the interview room at Scotland Yard Robert Fellows looked pale and tired and he was still wearing the clothes in which he had been arrested, minus his belt and shoelaces. His brief, a barrister paid for by Robert's father looked remarkably composed in his Carnaby Street pin-striped suit. He was rake-thin and effused conf...
My wife and I attended a fancy celebration a few weeks ago. The party was sponsored by her company, Ribald Consulting Inc, high lighting a recent accomplishment by one of the firm's older executives. It was a high priced affair, held at the ballroom of a local Hilton Hotel. As usual at this type of event, my wife was dressed appropriately in a classic littl...
I, at birth known as Caballero Spscavish, am going to be honest about my strengths and weaknesses right from the get-go. I'm good looking, purposeful, and smart. I'm socially inept (I'm probably somewhere on the autism spectrum but have never been diagnosed), completely un-athletic, and have a penchant for vengeance that isn't healthy. Because of my socia...
This one might be just a touch, a tad, a jot, an iota over the top. The answer to that stereotypical LW cliché, that trite meme -- is not that the best revenge is a life well-lived -- it is a life really, REALLY well-lived. Enjoy. (BTW, if you recognise the accent -- it's not from there!) RAINE, ON HER PARADE "Damn, you're a hard man to track down." I...
Another "Honey, We Have To Talk" Forward: I decided to write about a common theme here in Loving Wives. The wife begins a conversation with her husband saying a version of the phrase, "Honey, we have to talk" and all hell breaks loose. My venture into this fray resulted in two separate tales, as I debated which way that I wanted to take the story. It is no...
Dave showed me where lube was kept in a nightstand drawer, as well as condoms should I decide to go all the way with a "client." He also retrieved a new toothbrush for me from his apartment, some hotel mouth wash and finally threw my panties in his washer. I would have to be commando for the next hour or so and would need to bring spares of everything my nex...
I was bent over the bathroom sink in the hotel room of the casino. I looked in the mirror at my body, which my husband had finished oiling. He had rubbed baby oil all over me so that I fairly glistened in the bright lights. My makeup was carefully applied-subtle except for my maroon lips, and my hair beautifully styled earlier in the salon downstairs. My hus...
Hey everyone! This is my first time sharing a story, so comments/criticism are welcome! Please let me know what you think. I know most readers want to get straight to the juicy stuff, so I try to avoid a lot of backstory. Suffice it to say, this story is based on a real person and set in a real place, though the events never actually happened. The main cha...
Madison knelt on the floor behind the cash register. She slowly pulled her phone out of her pocket and handed it to Hannah. "I'm ready," she said. It had been about a month since Madison had started her new job, and it seemed like every time she went into work, she was in for an adventure. Of course, she had to follow Shawn's wardrobe rules he laid out for...