How I met, fell in love and married Karen Childs. She became my very reason for existing and I became her reason for living. There is no sex, no BDSM, no cheating or anything in this tale that would be of interest to those liking those types of stories. There is only love and a happy ending for the two main characters. Please read it and keep in mind, this i...
The meal that evening was fairly desultory, although the food was good. We talked about neutral things, we agreed that maybe we should start talking in earnest about private schools for the boys from September, especially as she now lived outside of the proper catchment area for their current school. Then we talked safely about old friends and acquaintances,...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* "Last year, last year, last year," Charlie Whitman muttered to himself as he trudged up the steps of Centennial Hi...
Before you read this story, may I suggest you go back and read the previous Chapters first, as it will help you understand the storyline. When you read this story you will notice that, outside of the sex of the characters, I avoid describing the physical appearance of the characters. This is done to make it easier for you the reader to place yourself into th...
AJ and my date was so wild and crazy, I was concerned that he would once again feel awkward when he returned to work on Monday. I had some juicy details in which to tell my friends upon arrival. When I walked in, Starla and Tina were already waiting for me at my desk with anxious smiles on their faces. I was the receptionist at a growing internet fashion com...
A big THANK YOU to Blackrandi for agreeing to clean up my mess. * It was the last thing that I needed at that point in my life, but it was the one thing to which I could not say no. My mother called me and told me that I needed to come home to run the family business because my father had suffered a stroke. Someone needed to keep the business running, and...
It was always a bone of contention for me, go to the pub or go to the pool hall. Some days that little decision caused me major angst. The pub had eye candy, sure it was nothing more than look and whatever you do, do not stare, do not talk to or even think about talking to the eye candy. If you had even the remotest affection for your hands and fingers do no...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Warning: This is a bondage and discipline story about women spanking their husbands. It is also a CFNM story. And it is also a story that celebrates domestic discipline where the female, not the male, is the disciplinarian. If the thought of a woman using a paddle on her husband's behind upsets you, or if a story about men having to act as sex objects and s...
Categories: Slow start, historical abuse and violence, sex toys, all sex, threesome, love. Chapter One. My name is Jeffrey but I prefer Jeff, never mind the last name (you'll understand the reasoning for that later). I am thirty and still single, much to my mother's distress. I've had a few girlfriends, a couple have been quite serious but it never quite w...