Chapter 6: Let the Games Begin On Monday morning, the first day of class I milled around the until everyone was in the room. I checked out all of the women. Of the ten three were in the mid to late fifties, three more were very much over weight, two of the remaining four were in their twenties and both wearing wedding rings. The last two were early thirtie...
You sit alone in a dimly-lit alcove to one side of the room, a tall green cocktail standing untouched on the table before you. Your clothes are dark and well-fitted, and place you towards the more affluent extreme of this humble establishment's clientele. Like all the -- mostly -- men in the room your eyes are fixed on the stage at one end, where a tall at...
When I woke the next morning, Meagan was gone. I later found out she'd gone to get cleaned up and changed into fresh scrubs to start her shift. Camille came out of the small bathroom in my hospital room fully dressed and ready to go to the airport. "Good morning, beautiful," I said, inclining my bed to talk to her better. "Good morning, stud," she said, c...
I'm sorry if this episode was delayed but I've been down south tending to my ailing mother. I'm back home now but I must continue to write and get this all out of me. Thanks for the wonderful support you have given to me. --------------------------------- It started on a Sunday morning at around 5:30. My cell phone was ringing, but ringing somewhere off in...
Chapter 3: Preacher's Son The story you are about to read is true. All events and behavior are faithful accounts of past occurrences, although names have been altered to protect my ass and keep me out of court. Writer's license and humble discretion have been utilized where and when I felt it necessary to avoid embarrassment or legal action. * * * * * The...
It all started with an innocent bet over dinner one evening. With nothing more than a quick check of the internet I had won the bet, but I was not ready to collect. That would wait for another time and place. We did not even decide what the reward was. All she knew is that she lost. Weeks later, I decided it was time to collect. The kids were gone for the...
As I sat eating my late breakfast I tried not to think of my wife, and her most recent dalliance. We hadn't even been in the Dominican for a full day and she'd already slept with another guy. My appetite was diminishing as I recalled the sight of my stiff cock – coated with semen, as it pumped in and out of her sloppy-second pussy. April's sexy words echoed...
-Plans for Tonight- Just before shutting down my computer and completing the mundane ritual that is the end of my workday, I noticed a new email message alert on the screen. It was from my wife Jessica, which was unusual in that she rarely sent me messages. I thought it odd that she didn't call me if it was something important and I really wanted to get hom...
"Now to get some rest and then a talk with my loving little cock husband about inviting Jeff into our bed to join us. This could get a little tricky," Diana said to herself. That was three weeks ago. Then, as they went at it one night, Simon used his little black cock as he pumped into his wife. She was telling him it wasn't deep enough or thick enough to s...
This is the fourth and final part of my tale of an art forger who, after being released from prison, was commissioned by Sir Robert Haselton-Price and his wife Cassie to paint them a family portrait and to restore various works of art in their stately home. Before long, the needs of the female members of the family started to take precedence over the family...