Many thanks to ReneeandKent for editing this story. * For the time being, I'm a "jailbird" and can't complain because my life in jail is surprisingly comfortable, very comfortable indeed. To be honest, this small semi-open "white collar jail" is different from all average jails and more comfortable than many hotels in my Scandinavian country. Great food, w...
Next day I had that experience of having woken from a dream, grasping at a memory but unable to reach it. I was in the shower before I was able to coherently remember the team night out, and make a timeline out of what had happened. Not how or why it had happened. I couldn't make sense of that, but definitely what. I have no illusions about my desirabilit...
Note- I do not own the rights to Doctor Who, this is just a loving tribute to the iconic British tv show. Might be a first to write an erotic story about a famous composer. Chopin was quite a ladies man in his time. Not to mention Liszt. xxx The Doctor could not wipe the smile off her face as she listened in awe at the tinkling keys of the piano in the c...
Until recently our street in a Scandinavian county capital suburb area was unique. Here are 24 nice houses in the street and no divorces since the area was built 10-12 years ago. Almost all families were in the same age between 35 and 45. Of course, lot of partying with the neighbours in such area but nobody was found cheating with a neighbor. Not until the...
It was pretty late in the morning when she woke up. She was a little disoriented at first, which was a little odd -- surely she wouldn't expect to be anywhere else but in her own bedroom? -- then she remembered what had happened the night before, and realised that the part of her that was not Hazel was still getting used to being a part of her. She looked do...
This story contains no sex, if you're looking for some, your search needs to continue. Thank you. * It was that time of year again. Susan was on the phone to her little Sister Lucy. "Has Peter found him yet?" She asked. The phone was held to her ear by her shoulder as she finished off the last few stitches to complete the scarf on her lap. "Oh Sue. No, n...
This is a copyrighted work by Zeb_Carter and is not to be duplicated or copied, in part or in whole, to other sites without the explicit authorization from the Zeb_Carter. The Last Straw I had the proof, now all I needed was the why. It was time to confront, the son of a bitch. He had even brought his floozies into our marital bed. My bed. Where I sleep at...
"You are, you're fucking him," he said with a shocked look. "Keep your voice down," I said, as I nervously glanced around. "I don't believe this. Christ how long has it been going on?" "I mean it Dave just drop it, and if you tell anyone I swear I'll drop you in it too," I spat. "Yeah how, everyone knows we fucked. That was ages ago, its old news now."...
*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned* *You may outrun your sins, but never forget that someone will pay the toll* *Reader-editors yet again, and quite a few. The faults remain mine* (Later Friday) "Having a bad day?" Pamela stopped our lesson. "I apologize. I am having trouble focusing on the lesson today,"...
__________ 20 __________ A cawing rooster awakened us the next morning, something which I hadn't experienced since childhood at my Grandfather's orange farm in Phoenix. Lifting my head, I peered at my phone which read five thirty AM on the dot, sheesh, it's already Saturday... I set my head back onto the pillow and pulled Andrea closer to me, the rooster co...