DON'T LET THE DOLEDRUMS FOOL YOU Tempting Goodness for Outdoor Meals, boasted the advertisement. Vera studied the package for margarine with big gray eyes. It gave her ideas, but then she remembered that time in April. She had prepared Jell-o topped with whipped cream in a bowl and had waited for Jim to come to his bed. Once he appeared, coming out from his...
This story involves a point in time during my marriage to my ex husband. While my sex life with my husband was good at least after he had learned a few things, I do not like to write many stories concerning my sex life with my ex-husband cause I do not wish to remind myself of the good sex that I walked away from. To keep a woman a man needs to be good at m...
FICTION, UNREALITY, FANTASY. If you don't like or understand them, Stop reading now and find another story. BlBones * Let's get the intros out of the way. I'm Glenda and my husband is Con (Conroy). Shortly you will meet Chuck, one of my high school boy friends. Con had never met Chuck though he knew of and about him and had seen his pictures in the yearboo...
Not all stories that start out with "Once upon a time" have happy endings. The characters do not necessarily live happily ever after as was the case in this one. It started as a fair tale that my wife tried to tell me, but unfortunately for her (or me – depending on how you look at it) I knew the game she was going to play. Once upon a time there was a marr...
The events in this story are true - in a sense. The first event happened beyond the shadow of a doubt, it just may not have happened EXACTLY this way. But since she could remember nothing when I asked her about it years later, I filled in the details myself. The second event may not have happened at all. But something happened with someone. It was around thi...
"Hi Sweety, I'm glad you're home!" Oh things were looking up! I had the crappiest day. I spilled my coffee on my pants at breakfast, and had to go change before going to work. When I changed out of my paints I. Noticed the shirt was stained too, and had to take the time to change it and add a different tie. So I left for work late, which had me going a bit...
[Author's Note: This is a continuation, at Just Plain Bob's invitation, to his story "What to Do about Edie". Thanks to JPB for posting his story and inviting responses.] Actually, it turned out that figuring out what to do about Edie was the easy part. I loved her—I loved her more than I'd ever loved anyone, in fact—but I wasn't going to stick around and b...
My wife and her lovers think it would amuse them if I wrote this story about how I came to be known as The Good Buddy. I guess it started.... Wait, don't go, you haven't read my story yet! What? What do you mean you do not want to read about yet another cream-pie eating, cuckold wimp who gets off cleaning up his wife's snatch after her condom-spurning, b...
Max was driving home from a hard day at the office, he was so tired and just wanted to get home to a hot shower, a warm meal and a good nights sleep. As he walked in the door, he didn't smell what he had expected. There were no scents of dinner, nothing but that horrid incense his wife burned all the damn time. Taking his jacket off, Max said, "What's for...
I can't believe I just had sex in my mother's bed. Kevin is beside me, sleeping. He always sleeps after sex. The sheets are a mess and I'll have to wash them before my mother gets back. I have a few days, but have an irrational fear of her returning before planned. Across from me, on the wall, is a portrait of my mother that she had taken during her "wild"...