When he was young, Kendall Palmer's family went to a Southern Baptist Church. That church preached that once someone was 'saved,' he/she would go to heaven, no matter what else the person did or might do later in life. Among various congregations, controversies arose over whether the quality of life someone led after being saved should matter or not. Some fe...
This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. ----------------------- Setting terms "You want to do what!" she said incredulously. "You can't!" "You want me and your slut of a daughter to get back together for the sake of the kids Sheila?" I asked my stunned future ex-mother in law. "Don't call her that Garry," she said sitting down on my kitch...
This narrative is part of a multi-chapter story. Reading previous chapters will help the reader's understanding of each subsequent installment. As stated before, this is a sometimes slow-burn -- and yes, wordy -- story that showcases wife sharing. If this is not your thing and you still read on, any negative emotions it elicits in you is your own fault. BE...
[The original two chapters of this story were submitted in 2008. The characters wanted an update, a continuance. Here is chapter three. Chapter four will be submitted before the fifteenth of Dec 2011. ] At the beginning of the story Nick got a phone call from Sandy to tell him that his Dad, Pete, had died. He went home to find that dad left him the family...
Part One You know, I blame the dream. I mean I'm not some bi-curious harlot. And the prickle of my cheeks in David Gandy's underwear section of Marks and Spencer's proves I am certainly no lesbian. So, yes, I blame the dream. Where did it come from? Why should I, after years of red-blooded cock loving, dream of splaying on an altar (!) with my knickers off...
Dan stirring wakes me, still rather on the not awake side I look about to see the light coming in the window. I get up after a little struggle, my arm is trapped under him and Dan does not want to wake. I move quiet as I can to the dresser get out the loaded revolver and open the door half behind it. I giggle at what I find Ishmael is perched on a chair. Shu...
So it had been off to Denny’s where they ate and went back home, where he’d been told someone had pooped in the pool. They’d gone to bed, had some more fun, and Jessie went to sleep. He didn’t; she was a lot sicker than he thought. He wondered if the psychiatrist knew more than he’d shared. Jessie’s comment about semen slurping almost pushed him over the edg...
It had been over five years since my wife of fifth teen years, the once Adelia Lynn Masters a local branch manager for Bank America had asked me for a divorce. Her simple explanation was "I am no longer in love with you." She claimed there was no one else. Adelia said over time we had just drifted apart. I had my doubts but was never ever able to prove anyth...
One More Project. Warning: The central male character in this story is cuckolded in this story. If you are among those who read "Loving Wives" stories and get angry and upset to find this is a part of the story, please stop now! It would be best for all if you just record your "0" vote and go on to another story. Explicit descriptions of sexual encounters...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* Working on hands and knees, laying the four by four inch ceramic tile in the ten by twelve kitchen was hard, back-...