About a year after the birth of our son, my wife pretty much lost all interest in having sex. So, when the lack of sex, and the fights that caused, got to a certain point, I turned cold and only talked to my wife if I had to. Of course, since women thrive on romance, my becoming cold had an immediate impact. And when she confronted me about it, rather than g...
The Guilded Lily Ch. 26: Sorrow. * * * Fiona Bain. I ran to the stairwell and started up the four flights as quickly as I could. I came out on the top deck and scanned the edge. Crystal stood outside the barrier, her hands gripping the rail. I walked slowly over. "Crystal, come back inside the rail." "No. I don't want to live anymore." "It can't...
Author's note: This story is very outlandish and is not for everyone. I'd strongly suggest new readers check out "All the Power - A Bit of Background," which contains some important context for what is happening here, as well as explanations for some of the more outlandish/unbelievable aspects of the story. It is very short, so it won't take up much of your...
This little tale has its origin in an advice column from a local newspaper. I thought the advice was terrible, but the situation was interesting, thus the story. I'm not sure about the proper category, but I just don't feel fulfilled any more without my "1* wimp cuck shit" comment from Anonymous, so into LW it goes. Thanks as always, to BlackRandl1958 for...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Mila Kunis, Natalie Portman, Hayden Panettiere, Kristen Bell or Laura Prepon. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Over and over again Mila and Laura fucked each other until they both passed out from exhaustion. They then went right back to fucking each other, until eventu...
I woke up shortly after 5 pm, I think. I knew I was hungry and it felt like dinner time; I stumbled into the bathroom to relieve myself before getting dressed again. Jinx was sticking his paw under the door, trying to grab it so he could pull it open. I pushed him out of the way with my foot and twisted the handle; he shot out like a bolt of lightning. I saw...
Keli's legs were still shaky and her thighs burned like they did after a good workout. She was idly nibbling on a hastily prepared salad as her mind tried to organize the barrage of thoughts assaulting it. She was disgusted by her husband's recent behavior. By recent she meant roughly the last twelve months. While she was disgusted by his behavior, she still...
Just a little prologue... I'd discovered Marjory my wife cheating on our marriage with a sociologist from State College. He'd been driving way out of his way to make the hook up, and it had taken him nearly six months before he'd scored. My wife's perfidy aside, I thought the whole thing seemed suspiciously odd. Why would a man drive so far out of his way,...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters, Swamp Frogs. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains gr...
My name is Todd Mitchell, and I'm a man-slut. You could say that I'm addicted to sex, but that would be like saying I'm addicted to air. I merely need sex to live. Sex is what I do, and I do it as often as possible, with as many women as possible. You might think that I have some, deep-seated, relationship issues. Probably. It isn't that I don't love and r...