*** The wedding invitations were mailed to their apartment in a beautiful packet. Lynne, Leif, and his mother had chosen the wording. She'd felt a little upset initially when she saw the template for the way the brides and grooms typically worded their invitations. The bride's parents names were listed first and they were proudly giving away their daughte...
From Scared to Dared to Bared to Shared: Taking Dares to Share Once Amy had asked if everyone was willing to stay and test themselves against more dares, all the others were faced with the same challenge to their comfort. Lisa and Jack turned to each other and saw that they were already nodding in agreement without needing to discuss it. Dot had no problem...
So this is my story of love won, lost, won and lost and won and lost and.... Well, you get the idea. It's a story of manipulation, thoughtlessness and anger, and about how the ends never justify the means. It's meandering and a lot happens, so hold tight. We were on a weekend away, with two other couples, out in the woods in Montana. Two weeks before, anoth...
CREDIT & THANKS: A super special thanks to legendary artist Rebecca (of the Housewives at Play series and many more) for giving me permission to use a few of her plethora of illustrations for this story. We collaborated in 2014 on Straight Housewife Blackmailed. Also, this lengthy story is a HOMAGE to the many works of Rebecca, particularly her Housewive...
AUTHOR`S NOTE: This is the tenth chapter of a multi-part story. Please read the first nine chapters before this one to understand the whole story. Please enjoy. The summer wasn't quite like that British movie, Four Weddings and a Funeral. You could consider it the Canadian counterpart, Three Weddings, One Renewal of Wedding Vows, and a Confrontation. Lous...
Author's note:This is a work of fiction. It's mostly about rimming, which by itself isn't quite enough to call it a fetish, but since the story is so thoroughly centered on this one topic, I'll put it in the fetish category. Additionally, there's a plotline built into the story that's (a) a little unusual, and (b) may or may not be scientifically valid (no...
I was standing close enough to the stunningly beautiful woman to see the band of gold on the third finger of her perfectly manicured left hand as she handed the ticket agent her boarding pass. I was struck by her beauty. Her brown hair was in a conservative business woman's style. Her face, well her face would be envied by any actress or super model. The sty...
Brittany Rogers peered through the store's broad front windows, carefully inspecting each inch of the nearly deserted parking lot. Satisfied, she unlocked the door, set the alarm and slipped outside in the required thirty seconds. She locked both top and bottom locks and scurried towards her car. As she went, she nervously scanned the area, her head swivelin...
I hate dinner parties. But my estranged wife invited me to attend this one with her. I thought it provided an opportunity to reestablish our relationship, so I readily agreed. When I rang our apartment's door bell that Friday night, she answered the door with a small, knowing smile on her sweet face and looked better than I had ever seen her. In comparison,...
When I think back on my life I can't see how I ever came to this juncture. As a child my life wasn't so much different than most of the other boys I grew up with. In the end it took a radical turn that I'm sure very few other boys lives took. My mother was a very warm and loving person. She always made me feel safe and I knew I was loved. Tragically she di...