Sometimes, when I'm all alone in the privacy of my bedroom, I wonder if you still remember me. I was different then, of course. I was the temporary stand-in teacher at your school; the young one, not all that long out of training college, trying to interest a group of twenty or so young men in English Literature and doing my best to keep their minds off the...
DANCE If you like a lot of sex in your stories, this may not be your thing. If you like normal married people trying to deal with turmoil in their lives, I hope you can relate. All characters and their reactions are based in part on people I have known. Life is sometimes hard. My thanks to Randi for her expertise. She helped this story in so many ways. Al...
Sequel to my October 21, 2017 story. ************* While I was cured of my ravaging fantasies – not only did they no longer interfere with my life, I never even had any at all – as a result of the ravaging reality that I was sure had been arranged by my misguided though probably well-meaning psychologist Mary Ross, I continued to be intrigued by the likel...
Note to readers: This is the first chapter in a story which will hopefully be many chapters long. As such, there is very little sex in it. This story (of which this is the first chapter) is meant to stand alone and apart from other pieces I have written. If you don't like stories of sharing, voyeurism, extramarital sex and the like, you really shouldn't read...
I'm Tom and my lovely wife Erin and I have been married for eleven years now. We live in suburban Detroit where I've worked for one of the auto manufacturing company's for the past fourteen years. We live in this tiny little house in a suburban city just south of Detroit. It's predominantly a blue collar neighborhood. It's a nice town and nothing exciting ne...
If you don't like cream pie stories give this one a pass. * We were up against it. Credit card debt was eating us up and we always seemed to be on the verge of not being able to make the house payment. It was our own fault of course, I'd had a good paying job, the money coming in was more that enough to cover our bills and like a lot of people we lived at...
Charlie Douglas had his hand on his car door when his buddy Travis Edwards hollered him. “Charlie, got a minute?” “Sure, Trav, but not much more.” “Just wanted to reminded you the poker game is this Friday.” “Be there. Usual entertainment?” “Right. Kyle got some new movies.” “Hope they’re better than the last batch.” Travis laughed. “He got one calle...
We had decided to move to what was consider the best side of town searching for a five bedroom house in a quite Cul de sac. We found one in a crescent with only six houses we asked the couple why you are leaving such a lovely crescent they replied we miss the town centre area it a bit quite for us. Hope you both enjoy living here. We moved in on Saturday in...
Author's Note: This is purely a work of fiction based on the Interracial theme. Past experience has taught me that many don't understand this category, especially the inner struggles of a cuckold husband. The struggle is this: The husband wants his wife to be a slut for other men and he doesn't want his wife to be a slut for other men. That's the basis of al...
Chuck put his clubs in the back of my pickup and then said, "Oops, I forgot my wallet" and he hurried back into the house. That gave me my chance. I opened the bag cover, pulled out his putter, closed the bag back up and put the putter behind the seat. He came out f the house with his wallet in his hand and said: "I probably won't need this since I expect t...