I'd like to thank Wolf Vixen for all her feedback in hopefully making this story more than meaningful to a lot of readers out there. I'd love to say this is a true story, but it's just something I thought was worth telling. So relax with a cool one and read on. Oh by the way, there is no sex in this story, sorry, maybe next time. Stuff Stuff, that's all...
Author's Notes: This is a two-page cheating wife story, with zero get-a-hard-on descriptive sex, and it is Adult Fiction, and written mostly in the stream of consciousness format - with necessary action interspersed. All errors are mine. I appreciate the private feedback from all. However, a note to the Anon's - I am sorry as I only scan those but don't get...
I pulled open the heavy wooden door with the polished brass "Accounting" label and stuck my head inside, just as I had last done six years earlier. She was still at the same desk. "How about lunch, kiddo?" Her head snapped toward the door in recognition. "Lee!" she screamed loudly enough for the entire hotel to hear it. She jumped up and ran over to me a...
Q: What is Rumspringa? A: Rumspringa means "running around" in the Pennsylvania German dialect. It is the time, beginning at about age 16, when youth socialize with their friends on weekends. Rumspringa ends with marriage. (For those who don't marry, Rumspringa ends in their mid to late twenties.) This period is an important time when Amish youth need to d...
©2009Adrian Leverkuhn Are voices the man hears coming from behind closed doors, or from a past beyond redemption? The man sat behind his desk in an office that looked out over the city from the 82nd floor of a large midtown skyscraper. He felt empty inside, dark and empty, just as he'd felt every day for weeks. Late afternoon cumulus clouds towered over th...
To cheat or not to cheat on my wife, that is the question I need to face right now. I have been living in hell for the past six and a half years. Then I met two women from my past who have made me question if my vows are worth the agony I am suffering now. We have been married for twenty years now, and our 19 year old daughter, Melody, married her high schoo...
In the morning, Miriam accompanied me back to my quarters. Her long, thick, curly, raven-black hair cascaded down the bare back of her fire-engine-red halter dress and swayed gently back-and-forth as we walked along the dreary corridors. With its deep, plunging neckline and long, flowing, asymmetrical skirt, Miriam's dress displayed her firm, shapely, DD-cup...
Prolog – Before the story I was half way into my third bottle of lite beer when my head started to spin. Stumbling against the pool table, I handed my "girlfriend" to Sam and said, "Take care of her for me, my cue case is by the ATM machine." Then I fell. Baby was by me in an instant, too quick and too attentive. Her old boyfriend was peering at me over h...
Ron wiped the grime from his face as he watched the place burn. The heat was too intensely familiar. It had taken him several, agonizing days to recover from the change. The Rousseau had made sure to graze him slightly instead of the usual blood letting of a quick transformation. The moment Rousseau went away, Stella had abandoned the pack. There was no lead...
1. The Therapy Session Alyssa lay back on the soft, leather couch, as she did every Tuesday morning, and prepared to tell her therapist, Dr Miles, about what was on her mind. She'd been coming here ever since her mom had divorced her stepfather six months ago, both of them desperate that Alyssa should not be affected by the break-up. She would tell Dr Mil...