The passengers filed through the arrivals gate. Pam went up on her tip-toes to better watch for Tanya. She would be staying through the weekend, until Monday afternoon. Their first meeting, and first night together, had been only a few months ago. Pam nevertheless felt as if she had known Tanya for a long time. They talked with the ease of old friends. I...
Shyam moaned as his wife was jacking him. 'My God! Neeta. Finish me.' Neeta smiled looking at him, 'where's the fun in that hubby?' He was breathless with the way Neeta was pulling him to the edge but was stopping at the end of his orgasm. She loved to do that since her affair with Manish started. Her younger lover hadn't been in touch with her physicall...
Author's Note: The following is a true story. Names and other incriminating details have been changed to protect the guilty. This is my first time writing about my experiences, and I hope you all enjoy it. * As I logged on to my computer and checked my e-mail, there it was. Another message from "wyldeone76", a woman I had been flirting with online for a nu...
I guess I froze. Not a very common sight it makes out to be. A middle class married housewife standing in the middle of a library, her sari bunched around her waist, bent over with her blouse open, her bra almost in her mouth and her ripe fruits hanging to be plucked. I guess the very thought of it would make any man or woman either shit with fright or get v...
Santa shoved the last rectangular gift box into the big red bag he carried as the front door to the living room opened. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HAROLD?!!" Betty Emerson had come home from a long day of fighting the lines at the mall shopping for Christmas gifts for a get together with family and friends. She walked into her modest home to find her husb...
Pam woke up, her dreams dissipating into wakefulness. The first thing that she became aware of was a slight ache across her body. As she opened her eyes, seeing the expanse of flesh underneath her, the events from the previous night came back to her. Tanya had fucked her again and again, giving her little time to rest in between bouts. The bedroom had bec...
How to start writing: Unless you are very experienced, just sitting and banging away at your computer is like jumping into your car and simply driving without a destination and a map. I know of several experienced, successful Authors that make notes and build the skeleton of their story before they finally sit down and write. When I write professionally (...
It wasn't that she didn't love her husband; that was indisputable. Married at eighteen, the petite red head had kept her vows. Even when she hadn't always wanted. Slight stirrings of desire crept lazily through Virginia as she thought of the story she had read. Bored one night while her husband worked and the kids slept, she had logged on to an erotic storie...
Leading two lives is not always easy. On the surface I am your typical young soccer mom. Shuffling my kids to school, practice, games and home again. My husband Steve is the youngest V.P. his consulting firm has ever seen. Even in today sluggish economy I want for nothing. I have the means to buy $1000 dresses without so much as batting an eyelash and I hav...
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Hanna-Barbera. No money is being made and no infringement is intended. Inspiration for this story came from artwork by Alex Hiro. * George Jetson whistled happily to himself as he flew home in his car. He had managed to get through the week without getting fired. And his bos...