She was standing with her back to the little staircase that spiralled its way down from the library when Andrew Michaels first saw her through the little crowd at his house warming party. Andrew, stepping down the stairway at the time, was suddenly mesmerised by the way a loose curl had worked its way free from her hair band. He was intrigued by the way it h...
What I was going to do tonight went against everything that I believe in. So why was I going through with it? I always said that I would never be set up on a blind date. I mean what is wrong with me? It's not like I am bad looking or can't hold a conversation or don't have a personality. I have plenty of friends! Actually my problem is that I work too much....
"You know," she said, just after they'd cast off and as they were heading for the mouth of the harbour, "I've never understood those girls who'd jump a man just because he had a big fancy sports car." He didn't say anything, just carefully adjusted the wheel to maintain their course. "I've known a few of them," she went on. "It's really embarrassing to wat...
"So, how are your lessons progressing?" Marian smiled faintly and shrugged. "You would have to ask Mandy and Aaron, but I'm not sure I can go much farther with them. I know she enjoys it, but I just don't feel comfortable using a strap on her." "Marian actually did better than she thinks Alonso," Aaron said. "She is still hesitant with the strap, but it wa...
Samantha Michaels has always been the the fantasy of all of the boys on our block. I remember the day she and her husband moved in to the house right across the street. I was eight at the time, and probably cared more about playing GI Joe's than ogling the neighbors. But even for a young boy it was hard not to notice how wonderfully curvy that Mrs. Michaels...
Note: This story has lots of exhibitionism, a bit of light bondage, and a hell of a lot of cheap shots against wannabe literary critics and the anonymous trolls that we all love to hate. I will admit it is not the most original themed story I have ever written but still fun in my opinion. As always, if these things are not your thing, seek life elsewhere. Yo...
(This story is in two parts. The first has no sex. It is in Loving Wives because the story concerns an affair and a divorce and consequences - and because I love the feedback Loving Wives stories sometimes draw. I will explain why this story exists at the end. Odds are this part will bore you to death.) I was crushed. A man came to my office, asked if I was...
Marina wischt sich den Schweiß von der Stirne. Die drückende Sommerhitze macht den Hausputz unerträglich. Glücklicherweise muss sie nur noch die Treppe und die Diele wischen, dann ist sie endlich mit dem Putzen fertig. In diesem Moment hört sie, wie direkt hinter ihrem Rücken die Haustüre aufgeschlossen und geöffnet wird. Ist es tatsächlich schon so spät, de...
Eve was late. She was late and she always hated it when she wasn't punctual. She prided herself on being organized, having her act together. No head-in-the-clouds reputation for this writer-to-be. She wanted to show the world that a creative person could also be efficient, get things done, be on time. Now she was late. Shit. This wasn't just any meeting eit...
I woke up to a hand gently stroking my back and felt a warm, soft body against me. Jerking away, I let out a yelp as I rolled onto my back and the pain in my bruised ass brought back my memories of yesterday. Rolling back into Kiera, I snuggled in and tried to block out the pain. "Would you like to nurse on me Gianna," Kiera asked quietly. "It might help di...