Author's Note: The following is purely fiction and the property of the author. While I try to make each chapter capable of standing on its on merit, it is best to read the previous chapters to fully understand the story line. Any feed back would be greatly appreciated. FENDER BENDER PART 8 My name is Robert, but when I am dressed I call myself Vicki. I am...
Just a somewhat short true story this time. Everybody is aged eighteen or over. Names have been changed. •••••••••• It was about 8:30 pm on an unseasonably warm fall Monday. I was stopped at a traffic light. Traffic was virtually non-existent as I drove through a rundown part of the city dominated by vacant lots and buildings. As I looked at the weeds gro...
I had known Mr. and Mrs. Roundtree since I was a youngster. They were the "young couple" on our residential block. He was tall and lithe and lovely, and they were both quite friendly. As I grew older, I would mow their lawn and be a guest in their home from time to time. And, of course, at a certain age I gazed fondly at Mrs. Roundtree's figure. She had lon...
Peg and I are pretty much your standard every day American couple with the possible exception of our sex life. It is pretty damn exceptional if I say so myself. I work for a pharmaceutical company doing research and drug design and Peg owns a franchised lingerie store at the local mall. We have a comfortable life. We have been married now for some 20 yea...
Prologue I just felt sick at first. I mean I just found out that the love of my life, the mother of my twin daughters; my wife didn't love me and never had. To make matters worse she had trained our twin daughters to feel the same and I had the proof of it on video tape in front of me. To top it off the girls might not even be mine... My wife had filed for...
Mike looked at his watch reluctantly. It was Sunday evening, 5:15. He promised he would be at the church at 6:00 for Mass at St. Mary’s Catholic Church. His best friend, Dane had spent the past year converting to Catholicism and tonight he would finally be accepted by the church. He had met a lovely Catholic girl and wanted to be able to have the church wedd...
I was just at home, minding my own business. What could go wrong with something like that? Mike, my husband, had gone over to Dan's unit, as they were getting a bunch of friends together to watch the big game. I'd just slipped on some sloppy flannelette pyjamas and was going to curl up in bed and watch TV and maybe read a bit. So there I was, in my pyjamas,...
My wife is a slut. Don't feel sorry for me, I love it. Let me tell you our story. Her name is Marty. She is a beautiful woman. She stands 5'11 inches tall, weighs 160# and has long shapely legs. Her breasts are not what you might call huge but they are firm, perky. Her little bud-like nipples are almost always erect and very visible under whatever she is we...
It's dark, but I can smell a light fragrance of musk, his musk. I am used to this by now. Not being able to see, or hear in my dreams, being in the middle of nowhere. I start to giggle at my mind wandering but suddenly the air changes around me. He's here. My body tightens as he frees my confined ears, headphones this time? I ask myself as I place the feel o...
A few days had passed since my experience with nude modeling for the art class. My nerves over the public exposure had returned to a more normal state, especially with the relationship with Annie growing increasingly close and intense. It seemed to have my libido on a 'high' and I was sporting erections almost at the drop of a hat, much to the amusement of t...