I want to thank Wolf Vixen for her help in catching what I never see. So sit back and think o yourself what would you have done if you were Ron. * You ever try and catch smoke in your hands? It's pretty much impossible and that's what I feel my chances are of salvaging my marriage right now. Putting the genie back into the bottle is probably not going to h...
It had been four years since Bill left the neighborhood and it fell largely to me to keep the wife active as a slut and in the D/s lifestyle she'd adopted. In what follows it should be appreciated that by this time I no longer cared who in the neighborhood knew she'd been Bill's slut, that Bill let other men fuck her and that she was still active as a slut....
Among all the sentences in the English language, there are few that are more chilling than "I need to tell you something." The words that follow that sentence are rarely anything the listener wants to hear. Confessions are confessions for a reason: a secret has been kept. That secret may be harmful or embarrassing – or both. For that reason, many secrets are...
For those who don't know it, I am a female, 37 years old, married and living in the USA. The ending of my story will show what I have been telling those folks who write and leave their address, there are no wimp men in my stories. These people have balls and I will reply to everyone who writes me. The ass hole who never leave his name is the wimp here. No...
Thanks to jo for the wonderful editing and helpful suggestions. ******** I'm not a wimp. I may be a fool but I'm not a wimp. What happened to me shouldn't happen to my worst enemy. Right now I'm sitting with my head in my hands wondering just how in the hell I got to where I am. I have been royally fucked and to some it looks like I asked for it or at l...
TO THE AIRPORT Jillian sauntered out the front door and into the night. Her oily breasts were beacons, reflecting the headlights of a big limo as it pulled up and stopped. The huge globes heaved in and out as Jillian took a few deep breaths, then stepped forward with the evening breeze brushing against her fat nipples, pierced and adorned with huge gold hoo...
My name is Nelson Johnstone and this is my story or part of it at least. I am one of those uber computer geeks more than anything else. I am thirty years old, six foot tall and weigh about one hundred and eighty pounds with brown hair and eyes. Not in too bad of shape though a little more exercise wouldn't hurt. Rather hard to do when you're working twelve h...
"You just have to think of something, Jeanette," pleaded Angie. She lifted the glass of chardonnay to her lips, which signaled that it was my turn to reply. I studied the deep crimson cabernet as I swirled it, inhaled its scent, took a sip, and watched the light rainbow film cascaded down from the rim of my glass. The action always seemed to hone my though...
Beth was sitting at the kitchen table as I came through the garden door. I had laid the table for her favourite breakfast, pain-au-chocolat with hot chocolate to drink, a feast of chocolate. I had been out in the garden looking for some flowers to put on the table, and had struck lucky. The rose bush that her parents had given us for our wedding anniversary...
This story is the sequel to "Coastal - Slow Descent". You can read it first, but I wouldn't recommend it, since you will not be able to understand the predictament our narrator is in. In this chapter, an important decision is made which influences the complete story from here on. I highly recommend you to take the time to read part 1 before you read this one...