Dustin "Dusty" Aldrich came home from work just after four on a cold January afternoon. He hung up his reflective safety coat and stepped into the kitchen, where Laurel, his wife of twenty years, was setting the table for four. She gave him a quick smile and went about her business. "Did I forget a dinner date?" he asked. "No," she replied without making e...
"Oh god!! Oh god!! Fuck me harder!! Slam it into me!! Oh yah!!... Jesus Christ! Can't you fuck harder than that??? Let me have it!!... Oh yah, oh yah, oh yah, mmm, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coooommmmminnnnng!!" I was trying to get this dickhead to slam it into me as hard as I need to have it. Finally, he gets there and so do I. I was a pool of sweat,...
How to start writing: Unless you are very experienced, just sitting and banging away at your computer is like jumping into your car and simply driving without a destination and a map. I know of several experienced, successful Authors that make notes and build the skeleton of their story before they finally sit down and write. When I write professionally (...
What follows is a continuation of my recounting of my first visit to Alex. The events described are largely true, but I can't recall precise conversations and those you see here are intended to simply capture the mood of things as I recall them. I've also attempted to describe the feelings and emotions I experienced at the time, with the caveat that those fe...
The summer he turned eighteen, Paul was working two jobs, a part-time gig in a bar and doing gardens, the latter taking him mostly to the suburbs on the eastern outskirts of town. One of his main sources of work was an estate called Ellismore, a nice middle-class enclave where garden quality and maintenance was of critical importance to the residents. For hi...
Please give me the support of your vote and comment All characters portrayed in this story are over the age of 18-years-old. There are no minor characters in this story. * Think about the supposition that all women are whores. If I'm a whore and if all women are whores, then all men are whoremongers Imagine the ramifications of believing that all women a...
* * * * * Note: this is a previously approved text story with recently added audio. Click Here to listen. (33 min/mp3) * * * * * Part 1: In which Lady Ailara buys her last slave I stepped off the boat, wrinkling my nose at the smells of peasantry. It's not that peasants are bad people of course, they just don't have the intelligence to escape their plig...
My wife Nikki and I had been exploring some greater depths of honesty in our relationship lately. A series of accidental discoveries about each other brought us to this kind of threshold in relation to our sex life where we both sort of discovered at the same time that we were going through similar problems inside, with regard to the dynamic in our sexual ch...
This story belongs to the cuckold lifestyle... My request to those who do not like this genre not to read it, and not to comment on the theme if at all they choose to read. Thanks to Goddess_of_Sunshine for editing the story. ***** Roger's cell phone buzzed when he was about to leave office in the evening. It was Barbara on the line. She had not come to t...
Donna and I hadn't spoken of the events of my birthday a few weeks previously. We were now on our way to a place in the countryside for Donna's birthday weekend. The sun was shining and Donna had taken the top down on her Mums convertible BMW which she had borrowed for the weekend. The wind blew through our hair as she sped through the countryside. I was...