MORE SWINGING AND THEN SOME SHOCKING NEWS Even though I was not interested in joining the swingers when they partied, the women managed to find a way to visit me in the apartment without their presence being missed by the others. I was concerned that it may slip that I was also fucking Roger's wife Judy. Holly already knew that I wondered who else knew. Aud...
Gray was dressed and was allowed the luxury of a pad to kneel on, lest he should soil the white outfit chosen for him by his Mistress that morning. It was already to be an eventful day for him; he would witness the delivery of the hooded houseboy, formerly known as Minter, to the widow of a rough gentleman of that name who had officially taken his own life,...
Disclaimer: Although this is a work of fiction, some parts contain actual facts and events. The author can not and will not be held responsible for any injuries that may occur if the reader tries to reproduce of these events. The author holds all copyrights to this story, printed and/or digital. Prologue This story is not about love, nor about romance, or...
8. Disappearances, Dates & Documents The next day, Mary woke before either of her guests. She sat in the kitchen with Maureen, sipped coffee and tried to wake up. "You look exhausted Miss." When Mary came down in the morning, Maureen usually sat down with her and had coffee. Today, the older woman looked as though she had something she needed to say. Mary...
Note: A follow-up to Plunging Into the Abyss per reader request. Tim If my wife Diane were the sort of spouse that begrudged my passions, that nagged me every time I left the house alone, it wouldn't be as difficult to face her after what I just did over the last twenty-four hours. But she isn't. In fact, while she doesn't share my passion for exercise ge...
In the room at the top of the house was a door that had never been opened. It was an ordinary door that would lead to somewhere extraordinary for the one that did. *** Outside the children sang as they played their games, "Gay go up, and gay go down, To ring the bells of London town. Bull's eyes and targets, Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's. Brickbats an...
Once again, I have to remind some readers this is fictional story and I thank those of you who gave me some good ideas on how to move it forward and keep it interesting. For those of you who don't enjoy this story, better read something else because things will change for Cindy. She had a taste of the more wild side of life and enjoyed it, so she will take m...
It was about a month or so after I moved into a new house from out of state. The day was bright and sunny. I was out wearing my usual grubby clothes working on things around the yard and house. Thankfully I had good neighbors. The older retired couple right next door was super nice. She knew just about everyone in the area. They were one of the first hom...
It was a breezy summer day, slightly overcast but perfect weather for working in the yard. Being a fair skinned ginger, I like to avoid harsh rays when I can. I was out weeding my flower bed and dead set on getting some color into my landscape. As I worked, I heard voices coming from my neighbor's yard. I peered over my shoulder to see two young men of about...
This is alternative ending 8 of 'Sprung'. It has the same beginning as 'Sprung 1 - 4, all the way down to 'Alternate Ending Number 8'. It stands alone. There's some sex and it's a complete ending. I think it includes concepts I haven't seen here before. Many thanks to CTC for the edit and ideas. I would like to acknowledge cpete's, 'Anatomy of an Affair'...