The girl, now in her first year of college, was excited about trying out for her school's winter volleyball team for girls. A last minute verbal exchange with her strict fifty- year old mother was now leaving the day and time of her physical in question. "Last year your brother attended grandma's birthday party" her mother began, "and you agreed with me t...
[This story is fiction, but the characters are based on real people. It is an abridgement from an unfinished novel about politics, power and sex in Texas during the last half of the 20th Century. The novel may never get finished, so I thought I'd share this segment with you.] * If I had not been walking up to my bike at that moment, she would have found so...
Last week I got an unwelcome call from Mrs. Giggles, one of them I receive periodically. "George," she ordered me in her whiny, nasal voice. "I'm horny again. Bring yourself and four other authors over to take care of it. Be sure you bring that sexy Raven; you know how much I want to eat her hot little cunt." "Yes, Mrs. Giggles." Because of her prominence a...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned. This is a dark story. And, I posted it in 'Loving Wives' because there is not a 'Dumb Ass Husbands' category. Again, this is a dark tale. You have...
The young black youth aged eighteen was lying on the bed while I mounted him for the third time that day. I used his cock and muscular body shamefully to bring myself off with no thought for his pleasure. Kenny was my toy boy, an aircraftsman from the base my husband commanded when he wasn't away on active duty. I'm Lady Denisa forty-seven year old wife of...
Her shoes were not red. They were, however, little—too little for the feet that swelled over the satin tops and blistered deep inside the glossy, black toe. They made skipping an excruciating business. Still, one must skip, and skip she did, limping a touch on the downbeat and trying not to whimper around her forced smile. She swung the basket to distract...
It started out just like any other Wednesday; I had class from eight till noon, and then I worked at the Bistro until nine. I walked home from there; it took about fifteen minutes. The full moon was just rising, floating just above the horizon like a great shiny penny, huge and orange. I was beat. Wednesdays are rough. I wasn't sure if Jennifer, my girlfrien...
It was the Friday after Labor Day, and St. Louis still sweltered. Justin D'Enfer was at his desk in the midafternoon working with his executive assistant, Ms. Mabel Travis. "Damn, we've got to get maintenance working on this AC system. This is ridiculous." "I'll send them a text, sir. Priority one." "Thank you, Ms. Travis. I need just one more thing from y...
It was a bright mid June morning at the headquarters of D'Enfer Enterprises, Inc. Justin D'Enfer was at his desk promptly at 9 AM, his athletic frame concealed by his business suit. He allowed most of the employees of his subsidiary corporations a more liberal dress code, but like his father, he always made it a point to look professional around the office,...
As Dr. Perry awaited her newest patient she reflected on how far her practice had come in the last twenty-two years, and especially the last sixteen when she began her current specialization. Like many in her profession, Dr. Elizabeth Perry, or Liz, had gotten into the field of psychology, in part, to better understand her own inner demons. Liz had had a d...