My thanks to Glenda Fiddich for support and editing. _______________________________________________ Now I had to accept most of the blame, but I knew I'd do it in painful silence. I'd be far too humiliated and ashamed to admit to anyone what I had caused. In addition, I'd have to live with the knowledge I'd betrayed the woman I loved. As much as it sic...
"Fuck. That lazy prick. There he is again lying on the fucking couch with his laptop on his chest looking at God knows what. I wish he'd just do something. Anything!" I am Jenny Jones, a fifty-year-old wife and mother. When I saw my husband, Steve, on the couch, again, those were my thoughts. He had been on his annual 6-week holiday and it was the last week...
The kitchen was bright with sunshine that Sunday morning as I checked the laptop screen one last time before taking a deep breath and anxiously clicking on the 'submit' button. There was a pause, the cursor span in little circles and then the 'thank you' message appeared. I breathed a sigh of relief. It was done; the fruit of two weeks' work would, I hoped...
It was Sunday. I had borrowed my wife's car to pick up two new lawn chairs. I was listening to This American Life on NPR and wanted to write down the name of a book mentioned. While steering with one hand, I dug in the center console with the other, feeling under the CD cases for a pen. I pulled out random objects: a Bit-O-Honey wrapper, a folded Starbucks d...
Metellus Julia did as she was told - nothing more nothing less. When the bureaucrat before her ordered her to suck his cock, she complied without thought of denying him. She had forgotten what it was like to be a noble born woman to whom others owed due deference. She might have been young but her family line could boast 4 Consuls - when there were still Co...
Caught: Jenny Constructive comments are always welcome and appreciated. Please refer to my profile for more on my personal policy regarding comments, feedback, follows, etc. And please remember, this is a work of fiction, not a docu-drama... I sat in the hospital waiting room, wondering if I should stay or if I should leave. Part of me wanted to run,...
Allen sat on the bed. The room was bathed in bright sunlight a far cry to what the weather had been like over the past two and half months. He'd gone to work that morning and what ever he did, he just couldn't concentrate. Since Sarah informed him of her pregnancy, he'd been in a mental turmoil. As he had some lieu time owing from when he helped put in the n...
Cape Ann Massachusetts is an ideal body of water for fishing (both pleasure and commercial). The vicious wind coming off the North Atlantic is subdued on the waters of the Cape. Historical structures line the shore is observable by Cape travelers. Fishermen returning from the high seas find the sight of the land structures beautiful and relaxing. The same ca...
Author's note: The saga of Mistress-in-Training Marie and her sissy Charles has reached the point of their marriage. After the ceremony, Marie achieves her ambition and becomes a hotwife, making Charles a cuckold in the process As in all my fictional stories, all characters are over the age of eighteen, and all sexual practices described are performed conse...
"It's important to me that my wife doesn't know I set the whole thing up." David was sitting in the back room of an elegant office in a suburban mall. From the front it looked much like any other high-end travel agency. In truth, this office catered to arranging erotic vacations with a very special theme. David was here because he followed up on a few rumo...