Copyright 2017 by RWSTEWARD All rights reserved. Reposting without written permission prohibited. From my point of view any door that's open was an invitation for people to look inside. That's exactly what I did. There were several pianos that appeared well worn, and I carefully sat down in front of one. My fingers moved along the ivory keys, and before I k...
Charles Richards rejoined his friends at their table in the nightclub toward the end of the Christmas Party on Friday night, December 14, 1956. His wife Diana was onstage again for her last set. He had called his and Tom's boss at the FBI and told the Assistant Director about the night's developments. Peter Woods was going to call it in to Washington. But h...
Charles Richards stood up to help his beautiful new bride, Diana Maitland Richards, stand so she could walk down to the stage area of the nightclub in The Riviera Resort in Las Vegas, where they were staying on their honeymoon. Diana had agreed, as a favor to the concierge of the resort hotel, to perform a few songs that evening in return for a free dinner a...
I'd like to give a continued thanks to Lastman416 for his advice and recommendations. The sight of a police squad car parked in front of Riley's house had become an odd ritual. He had more than repaired his relationship with the local law enforcement, but somehow, life continued to find ways to bring them to his door on official business. Riley sat with D...
"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. 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 satisfy...
Chapter Four: Am I Blue? What Sheila Dugan liked best about Park Avenue was the cleanliness, the clean sidewalks, the clean awnings, the clean doormen standing in their clean uniforms at the entrance to each clean building. The dirt of Manhattan seemed never to penetrate Park Avenue, at least not Park Avenue north of 42nd Street and south of 100th Street....
Apt. 9D The Dominant Divorcee rutger5 (An original story - Copyright 2013) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Intro: No character development, plot, or anything like that in this story (this series really). Just a dirty sex story. So if that's what you're looking for you came to the right place. Enj...
Diana wandered out onto the deck. She was by herself at last. This was the time she looked forward to every year, when she was left alone to regain her equilibrium, to lay her ghosts, to straighten her spine and gather courage for another year -- no husband, no children, no one to take her focus off herself. it was a delicious time away, and she had long ago...
She got there at nine fifteen. Marg opened the door and let her in. "I'm sorry the traffic was murder." "Never mind Diana, come in. Listen, I'm in a conference call right now. As soon as I'm done, we'll talk. Your room is down the stairs, go left to the last curtain on the left." She walked down the stairs into a large room that looked like a combined o...
This story was written in collaboration with Russvilleman. Thank you for your help editing my work. * Chapter 1 I was shaken from my trance. "Lick that come from my toes." Diana's voice had edge. I had just shot a rather large load onto the oak floor of the bedroom and was basking in the afterglow of my release. She'd found my eyes with hers. Her eyes...