Authors note: No pickaxe handles or guatamalen whorehouses in this one. Just some straight up consequences of life choices. The characters are based on actual people and pretty much all of the events have happened to people I know personally. I tried for a wife that wasn't hit by the martian slut ray but the story led me closer to the beam than I would have...
© 2018, All rights reserved -- mimaster ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Ann was in an incredible mood as she drove down the winding road leading toward town. It was a beautiful late March morning, the unseasonable temperatures making it feel more like early summer. The sun was shining through the budding trees, the fractured beams hitting the car like a strobe light as she...
It was intense! It was by far the strongest orgasm I'd had in quite a while and I wasn't even on a bed. I was bent over the back of the couch in my living room and the hard cock was driving into me from behind. My feet weren't even touching the floor and I had my wadded up panties in my mouth and I was biting down hard on them to keep from screaming out and...
Like my last letter, this letter has portions that are works of fiction and some portions that are in fact non-fiction. This is letter came to fruition though a combination of work from my husband and I. Please enjoy this letter for what it is and let me know what you think. In the morning I woke up early (6:30) feeling refreshed to start the day. I had...
Khaled was 20 years old and living on a farm with his mother and his father. He helped his father in raising the cattle and selling them on the market for money. He finished school but his father did not have enough money to send him to college so he stayed in his parents' farm and helped with the work. Khaled's mother, Najibi, was a beautiful woman. She wa...
Jack arrived back in town late Wednesday. Things hadn't gone as well with the ex-forensics guy as Jack had hoped. The trip wasn't a total waste, but the information he obtained had a definite shelf life, and as such, he needed to up his timetable. It wasn't making his plans for Santos a slam-dunk, either. All of which, set him on edge. His anxiety redlined...
This is the tenth and last story in the Cruise Series. When I started, I had no idea it would go this long. Up to now, I probably haven't been awful enough to Barb for the "kick her to the curb" crowd and I haven't made Glenn happy enough with Barb's terrible behavior for the cuckold crowd on the other end either. I have tried to be somewhat more realistic s...
Chapter 7 Amanda On Thursday evening I walked to Amanda and Rob's apartment and knocked on the door at 6 as instructed by Carol. She opened the door wearing an apron. Her perfume was fantastic and went directly to pump up my erection. She kissed me on the lips and pulled me through the door, taking my case up the passage to their room saying, "I will ju...
The phone rang sharply beside the sleeping head of Terry Gilson. He snapped awake. "What the fuck?" he growled. It rang again. He picked up the receiver. "Hullo," he managed in a gravely, low cough. "Mr. Gilson?" "Yeah." "This is Sergeant Preston of the Yukon County Police Department. May I speak to Mrs. Turvey please?" barked the authoritative voice...
Down and Out Good lord, of course I want to get out of bed. This is going on two weeks and shows no sign of letting up. Sean's been bringing food, water, hell, he'd bring wine and cheese if I asked. He thinks I might be sick, doesn't understand that I wish I were sick—I'd be so, so good at sick. I wish there were something I could point to and say that! Tha...