The apartment was quiet. Karen had just finished another day of work. There were days she really enjoyed her job. Then there was days like today. It seemed no matter what she did, it pissed somebody off. Maybe it was one of the customers. Maybe it was another co-worker. Then there were her bosses. There was no pleasing them today. As she arrived home, Karen...
Previously... Simon grinned to himself, his plan had worked and now his next job was to ensure Jillian became his fully fledged slut, "By the way tell Iain to be at my office on Monday he still has a job as promised!" before putting the phone away. ****** Jillian had spent the next few days in a quilt ridden state. Not that she felt quilt about what she h...
I hear your car pulling up into the driveway. My pulse quickens as I think about the night ahead that I have planned for us. Friday night being our special night of the week to enjoy each other after a hard work week. I move to the window pulling back the curtains seeing my handsome husband stepping out of the car. I smile softly anticipating you walking thr...
WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!! (c) copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved Another special and very sincere THANKS to 'Sweet Thang' for her expert editorial assistance. * * * * * My wife, Jane, and I recently took a seven-day E...
=== My Siren === It is neither right nor proper to be drowning at the age of a mere twenty-three years of age. There's yet so much to learn, to experience, to feel! These thoughts churned through my head, making me angry as I fought to keep my head above the foam-covered waves that would drench my face and hair leaving the taste of salt and seaweed on my t...
“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Kirsten regarded the woman in front of her. The woman was tall and willowy, elegant in a dark business suit and holding herself with a pride that was at odds with the tears streaming gently down her face. She dabbed ineffectively at them with a handkerchief. Kirsten got a sense of someone who hadn’t become us...
If you enjoyed my last two stories, My Wife Becomes Bar Bait and A Husband Fights Dirty to Save His Marriage, I am confident you will find your time well spent reading this. If, however, you believe every story should end with a husband celebrating his wife's unfaithfulness please skip this missive. It is not intended for you. For those who enjoy a mesmeri...
Looking back I have no regrets. In fact, I don't think my husband would have any either. After all, the job's mine and I'll be earning more than he does, so in a sense I'll be wearing the trousers - at least for the first couple of years or so of our marriage. Except, of course, I won't actually be wearing any trousers at all in this job - or panties for tha...
Authors Note – Please read “The Beginning……..”, and “The Dream Continues” series. They may you understand this tale. Suddenly, at the end of a hard week, I was near her home again. We agreed that I would come for lunch. She would leave the garage doors would be open. I would drive straight in. These were automatic, so they would close behind me. I would be...
Authors Note - Please read "The Beginning....." and "The Dream Continues" series. They may you understand this tale. We had just finished the most perfect virgin anal sex. We were instant converts, and became immediate anal addicts. I had nothing to do that evening. She had a business appointment. We bathed, and she dressed in an exquisite, tailored, dark...