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...
To my reader, it was wonderful hearing from a number of you, a few not so wonderful. I was happily surprised by how many of you said you’d miss my stories. It was a joy to hear some of you say I was your favorite author. I thank you all. This is only a temporary reprieve, my rejection becomes your gain, I really don’t think there well be any more stories...
Thanks to Jezzaz's O.K. for my conclusion to his original submission entitled, "Words." This submission, like his original, has no hot sex. The reader might re-read or review Jezzaz's thought provoking work about the Mediator, Mike. In it, the wife Kristi and her secret lover, James, plead with Mike, Kristi's husband, to accept an open triangular marriage. M...
Author's Foreword: Once again the BTBers will be pissed, and I continue to try to reduce the complexity of what I want to say without the story coming across as trite. These people do not live next door and there is no hot sex, as usual. ***** Gerald Sudbeck pulled off the divided highway and turned down a state highway towards a neighboring town near the...
SLEEPING BOOTIES by The Brothers Cum Prologue ‘And the sleeping princess was kissed by the handsome hero and she woke up.’ That’s how the story ends. Isn’t it? It’s definitely the ending you heard. Well, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but that was just when things started to get interesting. Why didn’t you hear the rest of the tale? Because Hans ‘C...
"Well, shit, this meeting's gone to hell in a hurry," I thought as I listened to the wise-assed young buyer in the Bandorette Corporation conference room. He was about twenty five, and was known to the sales department in my company as the "Pink Prick"; "Pink" referred to the pasty complexion under the thin, wispy beard he wore to hide it, and "Prick" for hi...
For Stephen Sheppard, the raucous noise of the visiting fair was the exact antidote he needed to lift his mood. Three hours of checking final exam papers had left him in a contemplative 'What if...?' kind of mood, but he had learned from past experience when to stop himself before descending into trying to understand why his ex-wife had left him and reaching...
It had been three years since I'd seen Roberta, we'd lived in the same apartment building and met while doing our laundry. After that first session I made sure I would be doing my clothes every time she did hers. She had beautiful blue eyes, framed with black hair and cut in a page-boy style that made her look like my favorite (and sexiest) singer, Linda Ron...
This story is set in the year 846 in Northern Italy. A brief glossary follows the story. Abbot Agostino winced as he made his way on the muddy track. A afternoon rain had dampened the trees and shrubs on the five mile path between the historic abbey of Ebovium and the simple hut of Niccólo the Priest. The Abbot's toes grew muddy in his leather sanda...
Foreword -------- Dedicated to the random omegle guy/girl. Your input made it possible for me to finish the story! I hope you read this! Thank you very much for your help. ^_^ This is my first ever attempt at writing erotica, you will notice that my skills are still raw and needs much polishing. I would greatly appreciate all input you can provide. ---...