Crazy Ex Girlfriend Stories

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Sigma Omega Sigma

by SEVERUSMAX on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

I had to admit that it sounded a bit silly to me at first. It was a fraternity, right? There would be a little hazing, some kind of initiation, and then we would be welcome members of the local Greek community. Well, as it turned out, I had picked something very different from your standard glorified party club. How was I to know that when I joined them? A...

The Housewife Next Door

by Dave2526 on Sep 13, 2017
Mature

"Okay Heather if you want to be like that, fuck you! I'm not gonna stand here and take this shit. We're done." "Fuck you back you asshole! You damn right we're done! I want a man that treats me well!" "You mean you want a man that's whipped, that caters to your every idiotic whim, that hands over money because he's your personal ATM. In other words, you wa...

Here's Looking At You

by bradley_stoke on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

Sam held the black-and-white photograph of his first wife in the gnarled fingers of his hand. "Here's looking at you, kid," he said, holding it up towards his failing eyes, as much aware of the liver spots on the back of his hand as of Jenny's prim beauty. Her delicate hands were crossed over a pleated knee-length skirt and her face shone in the white sunl...

A Piece of Candi Ch. 05

by SinsiousSiren on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

I lie next to Candi watching her sleep, thinking about our earlier conversation. My dreams were coming true. She confessed to always loving me, and wanting my children, but it was what she didn't say that bothered me. I stared at her body as the soft light caressed it, and noticed the scars she carried from the abusive times she had with Doug. They were fa...

Do You Want To Be A Daddy?

by Just Plain Bob on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

I hadn't seen or heard from Deserae since college and I didn't even realize that she still knew I was alive, let alone where to find me. The phone call inviting me to lunch came out of the blue and I was still wondering what she could possibly want to talk about after all these years. It was six years since I had graduated and we had broken up six months p...

Dream Job

by Exakta66 on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

The California Board of Education meeting once again ran late into the night. The stale air became stifling in the August evening as the air conditioning units had been shut down over an hour ago. Tempers started to flare, as discussions had become as hot as the California sunshine. Arguments were heard and heard again with no end in sight. "Look," said the...

I Have Never

by StoryScott on Sep 14, 2017
Group Sex

This story contains group sex involving a married couple, as well as mild incest. If this offends you then do not proceed. ******* "Not at all?....Yes, I understand it's a safety issue...yes but...yes, yes but...but we prepaid. I expect a full refund...okay...right, fine." Ashley ended the call and shoved his mobile into his pocket. He walked back into t...

Interracial Love is Real Love

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Man, I have been feeling so depressed lately. My sexy Jamaican girlfriend Tasha Thomas dumped me for another guy. And I became the laughingstock of the University of Ottawa campus. When you're a young Black man of Haitian descent at a White school in Canada, it really sucks. My name is Arthur Saint Pierre. And these days, my life really sucks. I kind of hate...

Rented Out Ch. 01

by voluptuary_manque on Sep 11, 2017
BDSM

"Mmmm, that was fun." Marilyn laid her head on Mark's chest. He'd been sweet and tender, as usual. She'd climaxed, as usual. Now they lay, fully content, in the afterglow—or were they? She wasn't sure she was. The problem was how to broach the subject. Men were so confusing. He stroked her cheek, then her hair and kissed her forehead. "Mark?" "Mmm?" "Hav...

Across The Room

by Starlight on Sep 12, 2017
Mature

I saw him across the room being greeted by the host. I felt the blood drain from my face. I thought for a moment I was going to faint. I was attending the exhibition of a third rate painter's work, for which, as a freelance journalist, I was to write a review for a minor local paper. I had got sick of the sugary pink and white creations, and was standing ar...