This is going to turn into the worst vacation of my life, thought Carol Livingston as she rubbed suntan lotion on her body. First, Frank cancels out at the last minute because of that crummy trial. That's the third time in twelve years of marriage he does this, the third damn time, Mr. Big Time Prosecutor. Then the damn airlines losses my luggage and I am fo...
I was nervous. Karen, my wife of eleven years, had told me to meet her at the Tumbleweed Inn at 3:00. I knew that the bar would be pretty much empty at that hour, and whatever it was she had to tell me would have little to do with partying with her. I didn't know how right I was. The TI was where she and I had met thirteen years before. I had a bad feeling...
My pussy was being stretched beyond belief, the big black cock was making inroads into areas I had never had probed before. My chest was heaving, my stomach was constantly fluttering in waves of pleasure and my breath was ragged and gasping as this twenty two year old fucking cocksman, fucked this forty eight year old housewife into oblivion. How the hell h...
Sorry about the long delay. Once in a while my day job gets in the way of my avocation. This one looks at events from the wife's point of view. The story itself explores the premise that it is not easy being hot, which many hot women have told me is true - mainly because men are not the most honest, or trustworthy creatures (or as one woman put it if you wan...
SHE WALKED IN THE BAR, a frown burrowed in between her neatly done eyebrows. What better way to forget her troubles as the smoky air started to fill with cigar and cloudy cigarette puffs .They floated around her atmosphere, in her nostrils, and did a good squeeze. The surroundings spoke of vibrant moods, drunk and somber. Conversations were lively, argument...
Allow me to introduce myself to you, my new, dear readers. My name is Valerie Durrell and I suppose you could say that I am the focal part of this story. I'm a single, popular and active girl and I've just passed my 24th year. I live in France with my family, although I have traveled all over the world. I speak 4 languages fluently, some of that comes from...
Iain exhaled slowly. His eyes were focussed at some random point in the middle distance and his hands gripped the steering wheel of the stationary car. It was done. It was over. Ended. He tried to analyse his feelings before he set off on the twenty minute journey to his home, and his wife. They didn't make a great deal of sense. The main feeling was one of...
Chapter 1 – Making New Friends It was one of those perfect early summer days. I had finally finished the spring frenzy of planting, painting and generally getting my home and gardens looking great. I was feeling very good about life in general. After just existing through a long depressing winter, fighting to stay warm, fighting off the pounds and getting t...
Usha's Story Chapter 1 - Honeymoon The telephone rang and Ruth Archer answered it in the kitchen at Brookfield Farm, where she lived with her three children and farmer husband, David, one of the locally prominent and influential Archer family. "Hi, Ruth," her close friend, Usha Franks, nee Gupta, said. "Hi! When did you get back from your honeymoon?" Ru...
Bright moonbeams pierced the windows and spilled across the carpet, splashing up over the bed. Donald slowly woke up and at first thought they'd left a lamp on then realized it was the full moon's incandescence that filled the room. He looked over at his small beauty, curled in a fetal position mere inches away. She was not one to touch while sleeping but st...