Donna spent the afternoon anticipating her visit to Kerri's place. This weekend Donna had to herself, as the kids were with their father. She showered and dressed in a provocative outfit. She wore a lace trimmed green bra, matching almost see-through lace panties, a sheer white blouse, and a short pleated forest green skirt. Her thoughts drifted off to a fan...
For months we shared our secret menage and slipped into a pattern, a routine, a way of things, as always happens through familiarity. Adrienne and I lived together as husband and wife. Adrienne and Derek lived together under that same roof, as lovers. I had accepted it, and I felt powerless to do anything else. They would retire to bed together and say goodn...
After having bound, full-penetration intercourse with Patty, Tom believed they were star-crossed lovers. He called her constantly, stalked her on the internet, and often slept in his car outside her house. Finally, just to keep a semblance of her privacy, she was forced to turn over the magical nightstand panties just to give him something to sniff and wrap...
It was the weekend and Martha needed to clothes shop, she asked Hal if he wanted to go with her to shop for new work clothes, as she was given a bonus this past week. She was not being very truthful with her husband. She felt guilty for what she did with Mark along with her exposure to Walter and then the 3 men in the car on the way home the other night. The...
(continuation) I've managed to get off the bed without waking her... I prepare the coffee, some toast, some butter – just in case Donna will ask again for some bread & butter, some bacon and some salami... I take the tray and enter the room – Donna is sitting on the arm chair, combing her hair. "Hey! You're awake! Good morning!" I say with a cheerful voi...
Today was just another ordinary day summer day for Leigh Tracey, hot, no work since she was a teacher she had the summer off to enjoy doing whatever she pleased. Her beloved rose bushes had been trimmed and watered, her washing of panties, bras and sheets hung on her line. Exhausted, she sat in the shade of her prized cherry tree and watched as the crisp whi...
Part 1 The blonde in the corner is watching us. I know the look. The hidden smile. The lowered eyes. The occasional hair toss. It's so obvious, she's been trying to make eye contact with Michael all evening. Some people have no subtlety. I think about the ridiculousness of the whole situation. I am here at a very boring cocktail party full of people...
Hi, my name is Christine, everyone calls me Chrissy. I'm 48 years old, 10 years widowed from the only man ever in my life and mother of one beautiful 23 year old paralegal in New York. 5 years ago when my daughter was still in school up there I met a man who for one whole year made me feel satisfied with myself and life on the whole and got me out of the sl...
Bobbi was a flute player and majorette in Mr. Kay's band. She had long lusted after Mr. Kay but knew he was married; she also suspected that he was getting it on with the new student teacher, Amy. Bobbi couldn't wait until her 18th birthday so that she could finally fulfill her every wish. She was going to have Mr. Kay "On the 50 yard-line" before she gradua...
Dear readers: Thank you again for all your comments. Before you begin reading the story below, let me apologize for my brain. I don't know whether to blame excessive creative energy or insufficient discipline, but memories surge out of me without immediate respect to connectivity. The burden of patience is forced upon the reader, while the author whimsically...