I looked each way as I exited the room. Thankfully, the elevator was only about four doors down and the hall was quiet. With my bag in tow I walked to the elevator pushing the button, my reflection in full view in the polished elevator door. I stood there, for a few moments as if in a trance as I stared at myself, still in disbelief. Also, embarrassed a bi...
"I'm all set to go roller-blading," I thought, "just need Monique to show up and we can hit the trail." I'd been waiting all week for this opportunity to be out with Monique. "Hey, Jason you ready to go?" I heard her say as she walked up from the parking lot. While she approached I thought, "Am I ever," she was wearing a fairly tight tank top that accentua...
Being self employed sometimes has it benefits like the fact that I can make my own hours, although today I had a full day ahead of me. I was up and ready to leave while my wife was in the shower and the kids were eating breakfast and getting ready for school. I headed in to say goodbye to my lovely wife and as I opened the bathroom door I was hit with a clou...
Note: This story is the sixth episode in a short series entitled "Louis Makes a Decision". If you have not read the previous five episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories I strongly...
This story combines a number of real life events that have been sexualised in a number of ways for entertainment purposes. All the characters existed I have just changed their names. ***** I am not really sociable enough to enjoy dinner parties. My wife and I were around at one of her friends for dinner. Her friends had invited two other couples to join us...
"We'll go into the rubble and shoot-a the bastards." The band of the brotherhood of the Camorra emerged from their hiding places. Tough, hardened, burly Neapolitans, dressed in black with roughly tailored jackets and bowler hats, the distinctive tattoos of their brethren on their knuckles. "Really, there's no need. Leave them to fight it out amongst the...
Alice and I crashed down on the beach towel, laughing our heads off. For a second, I just drank it all in. The warmth of the sun heating our cold bodies, fresh from the ocean. The sight of my beautiful wife lying next to me, golden hair cascading out haphazardly like a silken corona. Her heaving chest as she and I recovered our breath. Just... everything at...
The saga began on a beautiful, hot, July, Friday evening in New England. My wife and I are fortunate enough to have a nice cottage on the shores of a large, pristine lake. The lake is quite deep, very cold and clear enough that you can see into depths of 30 or more feet. Though there are hundreds of homes and cottage along its shores, our camp is located...
Chapter 25: Yellow pussy for breakfast - aged to perfection Melinda, my wife, showered, dressed and ate her breakfast without saying one stinking little word to me. I couldn't decipher anything from her face either. That's how Vietnamese women are. When they're not happy, they clam up instead of pouting or throwing a tantrum the way white women do. I though...
Comments and Votes, People, that's all I work for! Chap 2: Maria Gina looked over at the ringing phone, recognized the caller's number and picked it up. "Hi, Heather." "Uh, hi Gina. Twyla and I were just calling to see—to see . . ." "To see if last night was as good as we hoped or as bad as we were afraid, no?" "Well—yeah, I guess that's about it. How...