I had not been talking to Tom much after I caught him at my house with my wife. I figured I would let him stew for a while. We still joked around but when ever he tried to bring up another audition for my wife I would change the subject and tell him I thought it was too soon. One Saturday morning I had just finished mowing the lawn and was putting the mowe...
Mrs. Jackson sighed heavily, her chest heaving as she drove towards the Oak Park Mall. The beautiful wife glanced over at her old neighbor Phil Dorman who was sunk in the passenger seat, wearing his baggy cargo shorts and a black t-shirt. His yellow toenails stuck out grotesquely in his worn sandals. Cringing, Katie turned her attention back to the road. The...
Nerd. It's a title I've worn proudly for most of my life. Actually it's a title I've cultivated. I've always had glasses with the elastic holder around my neck, even though my vision is 20-20. They are only reading glasses, but my public doesn't know that. I have my hair cut in a short, 1950's manner. My clothes are just slightly off kilter, geeky and diffe...
"Honey, this is my coworker I told you about," - said Norton to the short fat pretty woman who came into the living room, - "remember, the one from the New Haven office?" She looked lost for a moment, then snapped out of it and laughed. She had a good laugh. It made her cheeks dimple, and there was an adorable little gap between her front teeth. I found mys...
Mrs. Jackson pulled her Denali into the circle drive before parking the car in front of the entrance to the North Kansas City Medical Center. Sweat poured off her forehead and her body ached from the workout she had just completed at the gym. She glanced at the doors as she took a sip from her water bottle. The cold liquid dripped down her chin and onto her...
Letter from the author: This chapter is more about control and domination. There is some sex, but not as much as there usually is in my stories. If you are looking for a stroke story, this is not your story. There are some bisexual/gay elements as well. If you are into the elements I listed, please read on. As always, constructive feedback both positive and...
Letter from the author: As is the case in all the stories in this series, there is a lot of female domination, humiliation and even some bi-sexual acts by the male character. If this is not what turns you on, please move on. I never understand those of you who read these types of stories and then bash them for being what they are. Some people enjoy these typ...
I laid Donna on the bed her nipples still fully erect and her skirt had ridden up leaving her pussy all exposed it looked red and sore. Her lips fully puffed up and still fully engorged with a sticky mixture of Donnas and my cum and the ointment from the clay pot still oozing from her pussy. I had never seen her like this before she was still in a daze an...
For as long as Victoria Archer could remember, she'd wanted to get into acting. But, she was constantly discouraged from pursuing it as a career. Coming from Midwest small town Kalamazoo, Michigan, people around her insisted that her dream wasn't really a job. The city was famous for its four popular local breweries and brewpubs producing a variety of beer...
Bard stood at a fork in the road, lost in thought. Two wooden road signs before him read Darkwood Road and Gloomveil Road. Both sounded equally depressing and treacherous to the man. What moody bastard had thought up such welcoming names? Bard glanced back down the path he had just travelled but thought better of it. He was a thief on the run and would meet...