Ashley and I were married upon her graduation from high school. By that time, I had finished up my degree and had a job as a staffer for a local politician lined up after my internship was done. The conditions for the marriage was simple: Ashley and I were to be married now and when Ashley's younger sister, Annie, graduated High School, we were to be married...
Most of my stories are written for my wife's reading pleasure. She sometimes is the character and others she is not. Most are written from an aspect that places her there or gives her the most realism that I can possibly give. I hope you enjoy. * The look on my face must say it all, because the evil little grin on yours, tells me you're pleased with my re...
It's early on a Saturday evening. We had spent the day running errands, cleaning house, the usual weekend chores. Now we were ready for some fun. We talk for a bit, and decide to go to a movie. We start to go get changed, and you catch my arm, holding me back. You smile; a slow, wicked looking grin, and say, "Wear a skirt, will you?" I merely smile seductive...
"Madam, Madam!" I woke up hearing that voice. It took a bit of time to regroup myself from sleep, pulled down the nighty, which had pushed up exposing my fair and firm thighs and got out of bed. It was a female voice! I was really surprised by that as I did not see a woman there at least yesterday, nor did I notice that on the first day when I came to the a...
The meeting broke up a lot earlier than I expected. I had about six hours to kill before my flight was to leave, so I decided to call my sister. We rarely had a chance to visit, because I never seemed to make it to Omaha except on business, so this evening would be a rare treat. And it would give me a chance to meet her new husband, Dan, and his daughter Rac...
In May 1997 I was two months shy of my twentieth birthday & just finishing my sophomore year at St. Joseph's College, Brooklyn Campus. I had grown up speaking a dialect of Italian at home, had taken Italian as my foreign language all four years of high school, and at college I was doing well in advanced Italian...my professor said I spoke nearly as well as a...
"Would you stop fidgeting?" Alexander commanded from the taut leather chair, spine stiff and proper, ankles crossed decorously. "I'm not fidgeting!" Kris cried, glaring at Alexander from her upside down position while lying across the foot of the bed, head dangling. She drooped both arms off the side and let her knuckles drag on the floor. "Look how long my...
For an introduction to these two characters, please read Chapter 1 We lay silently beside each other for several minutes. She rose on her elbow and, with a mischievous look, asked, "Can I do you now? And I want to do something I never did like. I never really liked sucking you with my mouth. I just couldn't bring myself to like putting your penis in my mo...
*NOTE* One of the characters in this story, Mykal, is a pre-op FTM transsexual. His name is pronounced "Michael," and it is not misspelled. Thank you! * "And, how many nights will you be staying with us, Mr. North?" "Just for tonight," he replied, taking out his wallet and raising his voice a litte too much, "My son and I are just driving through." The e...
Sexy mom, daughter and friend use their legs on unwilling victim – and each other! Loads of crushing scissors, abuse and nasty ballbusting at the end! Les was sitting in the chair talking to her daughter, Amanda, who was sitting on the couch with her friend, Clarissa. The two teen girls were looking hot in this cold time of year, the week before Christmas....