It looks as though this is turning into an 11 or 12 part story, so please bear this in mind when your score or comment on the content. It is a story of cuckoldry and adultery so if you are not into that sort of thing I would ask you to please move on to other tales you may enjoy more. Regards Oldie, Once again edited by azure_skies -- any errors left are...
Michael I went to my study and took a seat behind the desk. I took a remote from the top drawer and pressed a button. To my left a section of the wall slid aside to reveal a large HD display. Another button pressed turned on the screen, showing a grid with views from eight security cameras scattered around the property. Another button switched the outside s...
Ana was a cold, hard bitch. With a scar that danced its way up from her pouty lips to her deep-set, azure eyes, she had long, ratty black hair, and genocide-thin curves. Yet despite her comely shortcomings—which Flower personally found rather attractive—the way she slaughtered was poetic. By Uzi, arrow, or a well-placed Herpes Cluster-Bomb, Ana never misse...
Wyxt is glum tonight. It doesn't have anything to do with eggs... the Pirate Queen barely cared about the holiday in the first place and certainly hasn't celebrated it before. Her peculiar mood is hard to explain or place. While dark red eyes are clearly faintly narrowed, grumpy even, the rest of her face is rather expressionless, glossy blue lips pressed in...
Shayna paced back and forth throughout the entire Suite while she nervously smoked the long thin cigarette. She occasionally stopped and peered into the mirror thinking that all of her hard work had gone to waste for tonight. She was dressed to kill and had no place to go. The red patent platforms with 5” gold colored stiletto spikes. Her long legs encased i...
Alone in her trailer, a full month removed from her serendipitous soiree with Glen at the motel, Lana sat on her tattered and worn sofa, dreading the impending result of the wheels they had put into motion after having sex that morning. Invigorated, at the time, by a man who was willing to show her some attention, sexual and otherwise, Lana had poured her s...
" You're going away this week again? Damn, Maxima, I'm not a babysitter. I'm suppose to host the poker game this weekend with the guys from the bar" Ron Brady complained, then belched. Looking at him with disgust, Maxima decided that after this meeting in Chicago, she was going to leave Ron. Remembering the bruise on her upper arm, Maxima had had enough of...
One of my first girlfriends was called Tracy (her actual name, not changed). I went out with her for some time and I particularly remember that she let me fuck her on our first date, and because we had no condoms I had to pull out at the last minute and cum on the ground between her legs. I remember it as though it were yesterday – we'd just got off the bus...
II. A Detour to Journeys Past As there were no direct flights, my itinerary required that I first board an Air France flight to Tokyo, Japan, where I would then have to catch a connecting flight to Manila, the capital City of the Philippines. A journey, that would take me thousands of kilometers to the other side of the world and around eighteen (18) hours...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. * "Ring-g-g-g!" came the insistent sound of our doorbell. I looked questioningly at my wife, sitting across the dinner...