I remember once waiting for my wife - of that time - to return home. It was past midnight. I'd been working on a novel most of the day and far into the night. Some time between eleven and twelve I'd done as well as I thought - for the moment at least - I was capable. The achievement relaxed me and made me think about what might be an adequate reward. One...
My wife, Julie, was disgusted. Apparently the tattoo -of some sort of tribal design- went from Angie's lower back down to below her panty line. My wife thought it was totally inappropriate and considered the tattoo to be even more evidence that our next-door neighbor's eighteen year old daughter was a trashy person of the lowest moral character. "Isn't she...
"What the fuck is going on here??!!" screeched my wife, Bethany. Although my head whipped around to see her and my father-in-law, Benjamin, standing in the doorway, and even though I had time to glimpse their open mouthed astonishment, I had just started spurting the contents of my tightened balls into the hot welcoming pussy of the household cook. Jenny w...
The castle, a perfects square of thick and solid walls of gray stones with blue shades, was right in front of the only pass in the whole northern boundary of the fiefdom, a narrow gap between two high, steep, impenetrable mountain ridges. The barbaric neighbors had tried many times to pass the gap and conquer the castle and the region, in order to march beyo...
This is another of my stories with a twist that I haven't seen before. Elements of the build up to this story may piss some people off, but stick to the end, you may be pleasantly surprised. I have tried my hardest to put something in here for everyone except the hard-core reconciliation crowd. Again, if what I think are original ideas have been done before...
When I think back and recall all the trouble I went through to seduce and take Sharon, my neighbor Jerry's wife, to bed, I shake my head and wonder how blind I was not to see the big picture. Not that I did not enjoy making love to Sharon. I still do, in spite of everything that happened since that first time and the whole scene, blurred in the beginning, ca...
It's harder than ever to make time for my job. Time is so critical. Here I am nursing my baby, Des's son, Kane Michael, who's all of seven months old, and, of course, my granddaughter, Darcie, who's racing toward three years old. She also is Des's daughter by my daughter Shaleen. Poor Shaleen has many months to go before she's even eligible for parole. But...
Officer Robert Davis walked to the office where another officer had told him his wife was waiting for him. He was glad for the break. He was still pissed off that he'd had to come in to work on his birthday when he would prefer to be at home with Kellie. He walked into the office and closed the door. Kellie stood up. She was wearing an orange jumpsuit, the...
The thrill of it all eventually won out over trust. She did trust him but; there just seemed to be an undertone of helplessness within her. Helpless to ward of being subdued; especially as an alpha female that exuded sexual confidence. Sex was always mutually enjoyed but; to be bound to his whims only, would be very different. Straining against her bonds s...
I found this in an old trunk in my attic; it seems to have been among my great-grandfather's papers. Originally, the introductory text and anonymous annotations were in italics - I have placed them in square brackets. I have done my best to copy the text accurately, but there may be errors, because the paper was decomposing and badly stained in places. I pas...