(All characters on this story are eighteen years of age or older. I thank my friend OmegaZone for all of his help, input with this story, and editing help with my story. Thank you.) Everybody said "Start your garage sale on Thursday! Lots of people drive around on Thursday to buy all the good stuff." On Thursday, my sale started with a downpour. It rained...
No, she hasn't yet. Yet... But she knows I want it, and sometimes she'll use it to tease me - and herself - while we're having hot sex. Now, I know there's some out there that'll call me a "sick fuck," "a wimp," - you post your obnoxious comments on the very stories that I like most: ones of men who share their wives, or watch them with others, or enjoy the...
So this is my newest story. I know I've been sporadic in my submissions, but you know how life can be sometimes. I will return to The Punchline, but I think I may rewrite the whole thing, as, reading over it, I felt it was very rushed and, while decent, was definitely not my best work. And I'm a writer for fuck's sake, so I should be rewriting shit cause I'm...
(Disclaimer, this story does take a little while to develop, and it eventually involves serious rape and some weird ghost stuff. Rape is an awful thing, and I only use it here to entertain the fetish.) Most girls are grossed out by graveyards. Most girls think that "goth" stuff is creepy and for nerdy virgins who dwell in places like their parents baseme...
Hey there readers! Here's the fourth chapter of WATD. I'd just like to send a special shout out to all of my readers. It's nice to have so many people like and vote for my stories...even the negative comments were helpful in some aspects. That being said, I hope you all stick around for some of the answers to your chapter three concerns and dislikes in the...
Wife agrees to waitress a poker party, anonymously, and gets felt up. A lot. Fiction. But seems like it would be fun. Wife plays waitress for a poker party, but no one knows she's the wife of one of the players, and the activities get a little more intimate than she expected. No adultery, just a lot of manhandling. If you don't like the idea, please go r...
It was hot in the auditorium. Clare blew air up into her bangs to try to cool her down a little. Late September and an Indian summer. The weather matched her mood. The day felt frustrated. It needed a thunderstorm to clear the air. Clare felt she needed something to clear her mood too. It had been a tough few months. A lecturer in a college, with too many cl...
(Thank you to everyone! Now about why Cass is Zeos's mate, I wasn't going to do anything special with that because I couldn't for the life of me figure out what to do. That is, until this little idea popped into my head, I hope you like this little twist. Also I must have gone insane trying to figure out some math for this chapter, you'll see what I mean lat...
We came to a stop sign, I looked sideways at my wife Beth. My quick glance was to gauge her mood. We hadn't spoken so far during the car ride. We were on our way to my families Saturday night dinner. I know, most families have their big dinners on Sunday, but my family was a little different. My fathers family had moved to the US from Romania during the tim...
I could feel warmth of bodies next to mine. One large hand rubbing comforting circles on my back and another smoothing over my thigh. The fresh scent of a spring breeze drifted over me swirling my own slightly floral scent with the musky amber incense smell that felt like home and family. Teeth began to nibble at the back of my neck and they were moving towa...