"Why so glum Justine?" Ann asks after watching her best friend for several minutes realizing that something was amiss. "I don't know. I think that there is something in life that I missed. You know being 55 years old you look back a lot and wonder...," replies Justine with an audible sigh. "I don't understand. I look at you and see a beautiful, intelligen...
This is the prequel to "Perfect Picture" and will be a multi chapter story. This is a work of fiction and all characters are consenting adults over 21. I want to thank everyone for their feedback on Perfect Picture and that encouraged me to continue this story. I especially want to thank NadiaLove17 for her incredible dialog, plot and story ideas and dancing...
A lazy sunny Sunday in July, out in the beyond, the middle of nowhere, the middle of Iowa actually. Peggy Sanford and I saw a tumbled down house, a wood frame ruin flaunting its lack of paint, filled with shattered windows and fronted by a seriously sagging, broken down porch. Abandoned, surrounded by out of control weeds, large bald spots of ground surround...
Dear Readers, this is my first submission and I would really like to thank my editor extraordinaire whyte_wyvern for his assistance. Any errors that have occurred are after his gracious help. * Part One The tale of a modern day Dungeon Assistant My name is Igor (Ygor). Well not really, it's actually, Jake. I like to think of myself as the dungeon's ass...
My wife and I were happily married for ten years and were in our mid-thirties when we decided to enter into a new and exciting lifestyle. We had always enjoyed our sex life and never considered ourselves to be in a 'rut' or bored, but rather we were ready to grow and expand in our sexuality. We explored different sexual activities and practices and determine...
Pulling up into the gravel driveway, I felt my insides quiver. The steering wheel felt slick as my palms sweated with eagerness and nerves. Even though no one touched me, I felt my skin tingle at the thought of the man inside the house. Over a year ago, I had begun to speak to him over the Internet. Through exchanged pictures, and text messages, he had beco...
I always fantasized it would be this way. I never wanted it to be this way. I still remember the day. It was a dream comes true. It was a nightmare. I loved it and I hated it. It all began with simply enough, when Liz and Doug moved in down the road. We live in the country on five acres, as do most of our neighbors. We like it this way – we have enough roo...
This is part 2 in a series of letters about my cuckolding. For context, read part 1. We open with O/our Bull knocking at the door on the fateful evening. ==== Already on my feet, i walked to the door and, fumbling with the handle a bit, opened it to see Him. Our eyes met. i saw His immediately slide down my nightgown as His grin widened. "Ah, good evening...
I was for many years an inveterate skirt chaser. Looking back, I think I enjoyed the chase more than the fuck that inevitably came as a result. More often then not, I 'got lucky' when I wasn't really looking very hard. All too often, trolling around looking to get laid ended in disappointment. As my divorce was getting finalized, I would often have my kids...
As we always do, the whole gang assembled at the Union after classes on Friday. We sat around, had a few beers, threw some darts, then went off together for pizza. After dinner, almost everyone had to leave to go see a hockey game. We were playing North Dakota that night, and I guess that's a big deal. Personally, I despise hockey. Most of my friends, on the...