Allison had hurt herself playing tennis and her whole leg had throbbed ever since. It was her own stupid fault; she had overextended herself, slipped on the clay court and twisted her ankle. When she couldn't continue playing she had asked her husband to help her off of the court, and had paid for it. Derek had gotten pissed off and yelled at her I front of...
Allyson hadn't been this happy in her whole life. She was about to become the brand new wife of Mr. John Bennett, or more appropriately John Bennett Esquire. At twenty-three years old she was an almost newlywed living in a brand new home in new town in the northwest. Allyson was a fresh graduate from a small liberal arts college back east where her hard work...
This series of stories is a mixture of fact and fiction. The factual parts are pretty hot and could stand alone as great sexual adventures. The fictional parts are situations that for one reason or another never quite materialized (except in my mind, and hopefully in the minds of the other people who missed out.) The names have been changed or rearranged to...
The next day I was apprehensive about what Amanda's reaction was going to be. Did she remember any of what had happened the previous night or was it a blur? Would she chalk it up to a dream? Time would only tell, so I waited for her to contact me at some point. As the day passed, I did things to get my mind off it. I even scouted out classes at the local col...
Daniel awoke in Kat's bed. Her slender arm draped across his chest and her breath tickled the well between his neck and shoulder. The events of the previous day came back to him in a rush. The memories were like pictures rather than movies, but then, memories were like that. Pictures of the perfection of Kat's body, pictures of him entering her, pictures o...
Prologue The breeze that came in from the Atlantic ocean did not do much to quell the baking sun on the beach of Marabogo. The small island laid approximately one hundred miles of the coast of Namibia, Africa. John Morton and Henry Larsen sat on the beach in their sunbathing chairs looking at all the skimpily clad women and ripped black men. Both men were...
Introduction: I mostly wrote this story to explore a new genre and to learn more about the subject of cuckolding. This story is mostly fiction. Some of the story material came from my research on the subject, however I did get some parts of the story from my own personal experiences. I also got some of the story material from women who told me about their...
Haley stared at a painting on the waiting room wall. It was a rural farm scene in pastel colors and she found herself wondering what farmer would paint his barn powder pink. The artwork was terrible and she was curious if the depicted objects were blurry on purpose. Why did all waiting room artwork have to be so terrible? Haley forced her eyes away from it,...
Hi guys, You people are awesome! You make my day when I hear your comments and feedback. I'm a little kid on Christmas... giddy with excitement to hear from you. You all encourage me to keep going and I seriously pay attention to your reactions and take note. Special thanks to honeybree for her great editing and great feedback. So I hope to finish Good Gr...
Jesse arrived at Joyce's condo early Sunday morning. When she answered the door she was all dressed up. She invited him but told him she was on her way out. She was going to church and then meeting some friends for brunch. "I'll just wait here until you get back then." "I'll be several hours." "That's okay I brought my swim suit, I'll hang out by the poo...