"You two kid's seem to be a little tense today." observed Klaus the German goldfish, leaning back against the curve of his little round fish bowl. "It's getting close to your twentieth anniversary Stan. I would think you two would be happier and ready to celebrate, but here you are bickering." Francine Smith swung around quickly, sticking her index finger...
THE HOTWIFE GAMES - CHAPTER 4 My deepest thanks to those on this erotic journey with me. If you are new to the series and want the full experience, you could start with Chapter 1 — each installment is short, brisk, and crammed with sex, and I think you'll dig 'em. You could also easily jump right into this chapter. The main thing you need to know: 'The...
Chapter 3 Saturday / The Sex Club Late Saturday morning Peggy woke up alone in the bed. She went into the bathroom for her morning routine and then looked for her robe. All of her clothes were missing, only her cosmetic products were left. She walked out of the bedroom naked to find Marcel and Mathilda cleaning up after the party. "Bonjour Marcel, Mathilda...
The icy cold morning mist was melting away as the port town of Shadowe, my home, began to awaken. The grunting sound of a large dock worker pulling a squeaky cart could be heard, and a few men were talking and laughing somewhere in the town square. Small waves washed against the wooden docks in the distance, creating a soothing melody. The men of Shadowe b...
Sheldon had just given what he thought was a brilliant lecture that, in reality, was a huge flop. Online photos and reviews proved as much. This sent Sheldon into a tailspin. Meanwhile, the rest of the gang was at The Cheesecake Factory celebrating his much-needed humiliation. "Sheldon still moping?" Howard asked while he enjoyed his meal. Leonard nodded....
Fat Margaret! It was a name that Maggie Wilson had been running from for most of her life. It had certainly had positive effects; she knew that. After all, she would think to herself, 'Look at me now!' And her reverie was true, looking at her currently meant that the name 'Fat Margaret' didn't make sense at all. It had been the brain child of her Uncle Clar...
We were in Minneapolis for a conference, 3 nights Tuesday through Thursday, leaving Friday morning. Our firm was a top producer of components for fiber optic technologies. Flew in from Orlando, got settled in the hotel, then on to registration and a meeting in the afternoon, dinner with a few co-workers from around the country. Ran into Warren from the main...
My name is Jeffrey Jackson Stewart. I'm a tall, good-looking young black man living in the great state of Maine. I have some news for you. Are you ready? The world is mine. End of story. Why? Well, maybe you should ask yourself why not. All my life, I knew that I was destined for greatness. I know. Every brat in foster care tells himself or herself that. It...
"Don't make a move, don't make a sound. Not a sound." Mary froze, the cold steel of a knife pressing against her throat, as a woman behind her rummaged around. "All you've got is this one knapsack? Just this one?" the woman whispered, obviously angry. "Can't believe people these days. Can't believe it!" Mary heard the woman take off, the knife safely part...
James heard the doorbell go, and opened it to find his neighbour standing there with a smile. "Hi James, I'm wondering if I could ask a favour? My broadband's down and I have some urgent emails to send. Would I be able to use your computer for half an hour?" "Sure Dave, come on in and I can help you out!" Dave grinned at him as he squeezed past. James had...