When my law practice had finally started to pay off well, my wife, Ann, and I bought a large old Victorian house. It was situated on two acres of land and had beautiful gardens and a pool. This being in my hometown, I was aware of lots of stories about the old place. The original owner had built it for his wife and six children. The man had the reputation...
It was my wedding day, my father was about to walk me down the aisle. That's a bad place to start, but it gives context. I'll start at the beginning. My name is Cat, short for Catherine, but everyone calls me Cat. I'm 22 years old and my husband Bob is 23. Bob and I met in college. I was never a big social person. I didn't date in high school. I was a la...
Editors' note ... When you read this story please remember that Wintefrog is not a native to the English language. He is from Scandinavia and I give him kudos for his efforts ... We should read his work as if he were speaking it and appreciate the differences.....angel love. Many thanks to angel love for editing this story. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ANDERS' STORY I...
Many thanks to Jedbeaker for editing this story. A marriage might be a fragile thing in that it usually takes many years to make it work but only minutes or hours of talking to crush. Like many other Scandinavian families my wife, Johanna, our 7 year old son, Ken, 5 year old daughter, Moa and me, Glen Andersson, had a pleasant family night one recent Fri...
Detective Bradley had seen plenty of bodies during his twenty year career, but the sight of this one still sickened him. He struggled to think of the still warm and bleeding carcass that was laying in the parking lot behind the M & M Lounge in down town Gresham as just an anonymous, adult, caucasian male. Detective Bradley hadn't needed to check the wallet t...
I wrote this in response to the standard "strange car in the driveway" scenario that is prevalent. I know that there are hardcore BTB lovers, some RAAC lovers and some cuckold lovers out there. I will be putting up my ending to the story in part two with a shift in perspective from third to first person. But I thought I would leave this first part open ended...
It all started as I returned home from work, that fateful Friday evening. Me, tired from work, energy depleted from meetings with assholes that I have to be polite to and tight-rope balances to keep all day long. All that before I return home to my loving wife. Yes, that was sarcasm at its finest. "Bob, we need to talk." There is probably very little good...
The weatherman on the radio was calling for rain as the truck pulled to the shoulder of the road. The old man's eyes held a smile for the hitchhiker as he said, "You know that I still have almost two hundred miles to go, but I'm a little heavy, I got to by-pass some scales up the road. I'm sleepy and it would help if I had somebody to talk to, you are welcom...
Cassie plodded up the steps to the apartment building, fumbled for her key and let herself in. She wondered whether Modesty would be at home. However conventional Modesty might be as a forename for a girl in Barbados, it was a complete misnomer for her friend. Her voluptuous flatmate took full advantage of her curves and flaunted them wherever and whenever p...
My name is Alice and my husband is Rob. We're both 48 years old, have been married 28 years and have a son and a daughter. I work for a large company that supplies goods and services to the oil and gas industry. I work in the main office in Houston, but we have offices throughout the Southwest. About 3 years ago, the company decided to upgrade the inventory...