Ah, thank God it's Friday. Unbeknownst that his wife, Linda, was already fully aroused and waiting for him to come home for the weekend, Freddie stopped at the liquor store and picked up a case of beer, a big bag of chips, a can of cashews, and the new Playboy and Penthouse magazines. Home for the weekend after a stress filled week, he was looking forward to...
The holidays are always chaotic and sometimes even a disaster. Lots of cooking, family gatherings and always a new child screaming about playing tag with all the other rug rats. Red wine stains on the white carpet, and uncles who couldn't maintain their liqueur intake. Usually passing out in the most inconvenient places, like the only bathroom or a nosedive...
I must begin by defining the term Lit Wives. While not a Lit Wife, I would have no problem being one in most cases by what the husband DOES. Hopefully, I would not be one to do to my husband what the Lit Wives do. Once I provide my definition, you might question that statement, but I will clarify. In terms of a definition, a Lit Wife is the wife of a husban...
It had been a warm summer day in San Francisco and a crystal clear evening. It was perfect weather for the two lovers to take in the sights of the "City by the Bay." Their executive suite on the 33rd floor of the Marriott had a spectacular view of the city skyline and the bay in the distance, now lit up by the moonlight. Rich and Mekah were glad to get back...
Author's Note: This is the first part of a larger series. Although there is some story development, it does get into it fairly quickly. This is my first submission, I hope you all enjoy it. Midtown Memoirs - Part 1 - The Bus Ride I commute to a large city in the Eastern US from my suburban splendor. Working in the city affords some great financial advantag...
I have never cheated on my wife, and I never thought she would cheat. Our sex life had never been very good, but that was because she didn't like or want sex, or so she claimed. So her revelation hit me hard, and I just didn't know what to say. "It was just sex, and I'm sorry," she offered. I felt like slapping her. I had never hit her before, and I figured...
*** Author's Note *** This story, as well as all characters in it, are real. However, all names including my own have been changed for privacy. Also, ALL characters within this story are now above 18 years old and have been for a few years. This particular piece is about my first time, back in high school. ***** "Heather told me she wants talk to you, Sc...
Desire in hell. Paradise on a silver platter. Sex and pleasure unlike anything she could have envisioned beholding inside the mansion. Yet with all that passed before Jolene's eyes, everything she duly noted and absorbed, she couldn't think of a concrete word or phrase to sum up what she beheld. Just when she thought she had a befitting word to describ...
Traci seemed unusually horny this night considering that she and Jay had a guest staying with them in their small apartment. Very soon after Jay had slipped under the covers on their bed he felt her touch on his chest and stomach. She neatly slipped her hands under his t-shirt and began to rub his stomach in a way that definitely indicated she wanted more....
The bar was dimly lit and the drunks on the stools were too. They all sat apart and didn't speak to one another. Eddie Echers stared at the TV screens that piped in the off-hours extreme sports shows. Another TV in one corner was tuned to CNN and President Reagan was speaking to a bunch of microphones jammed into his face. He took a long pull off of his Hein...