Sorry for the long time between stories. I boxed myself in and have been thinking of a way to continue this line of stories. To the Nasty Critics: I've noticed that this particular category is really subject to large amounts of nasty feedback. That is the reason I disabled the "anonymous" feedback since the vast majority of it comes from people too lazy to...
The trip we were taking was a typical business trip. My wife and I and two other partners own a major import export business, and therefore often she travels with me all over the world. This time it was nothing exotic, we were visiting old friends in Northern Indiana. We found ourselves bored on a Friday night and she found a local club in the warehouse dist...
Roxanna was seated on the cushioned bench at the foot of her bed when Caesar entered. The sight of her stopped him in his tracks and, when she slowly rose and faced him, he did not even try to conceal his astonishment. Roxanna's great wealth of natural beauty did not require any additional adornment to draw the eye. She had never worn any jewelry or cosmeti...
Letter from the author: This story contains elements of cheating and manipulation and even a little cuckoldry. So if these things do not excite you, please move on. These things do excite me and that's why I write about them. Please refrain from just moving to the end and voting a 1 because. FYI I don't allow anon comments, so know you won't be able to stand...
I rose extra early Friday morning hoping to get ready in good time, but Ruth had already seized the bathroom and seemingly set up a permanent camp in there. After waiting in vain for the better part of an hour I succumbed to inevitability and settled for doing my morning routine in the small crummy guest-bathroom downstairs. You know, the one where the water...
"What's this?" I say pulling my long silky black hair up and in a loose bun. "I hope you like shrimp scampi, Ms. Lily," Josh offers. He turns from the stove wearing only an apron and drops to his knees and crawls behind me. It's six-thirty p.m. and my houseslut pushes his tongue the length of the crack of my perfectly-tight bottom all the way to small of m...
Chapter 7: Kira at Venezia Carnival After a month in France, Kira was overjoyed to fly back to India and be reunited with her Indian husband Kyrhan. India and especially her husband were now the main axles of her life. Her French husband, Dan, was another central part of her life but Kyrhan had clearly taken the upper position. He was so self asserting, so...
"Mr. Jenkins and Mrs. Jenkins, I have seen enough over these last few months and will recommend an amicable divorce. It's the best for both of you. You will have joint custody of your four year old daughter, on terms you both can work out on," said our counselor. I was heartbroken. I had tried to make everything work. I wanted to be together as a family. A...
I remember the day and the time. It was the day of my thirty-fifth birthday and the time was 5: 26 am. I know because I saw the clock when I reached over and silenced the alarm. I looked over at Leslie who would stay in bed another hour and saw something that I hadn't noticed before. Her night gown had slid down and I saw a love bite - a small hickey - on th...
Authors note: For any readers who are familiar with the site I am writing about, you'll notice that I have taken the liberty of making the chat session easier. I removed the annoying delay in the reply. As in real life, that peculiarity of the chat session hinders the flow of the chat. In this story, it makes it more difficult to write and certainly disrupts...