Chapter 1: Poker on Christmas Day Beth set the beer down in front of her husband, David with a hard thud. She was really pissed off at him. She was pissed, that it was Christmas and her best present had been some sexy new lingerie, which she hated because it objectified women. She had reluctantly agreed to try it on for him tonight and here he was ignoring...
Chapter 1 The cold front covering New England was so intense that the conditions outside Karen Lincoln's nineteen-twenties farmhouse were Siberian-like and according to the local radio station's weather forecast, it was unlikely to get any warmer over the next five days. It had snowed heavily for three days, leaving a blanket of snow three feet deep and iso...
The following material is sexually explicit erotica. If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file. Part 4 Once back in Brussels we continued, in a much more seriously detailed manner, the conversation we had started during our week-end away - whether to combine our lives in a more practical fashion, and if so in which of our two separate...
Wednesdays were always boring for Holly, and this one was worse than most. Her usual trade didn't hit the streets until the end of the week when they got paid, or until the welfare checks came. This wasn't the week for the welfare checks. It was cold, and there was a light mist falling that promised to turn into snow very soon. She could move up a few blocks...
Perhaps a few opening remarks. This is another one of those ideas that have been sort of roasting in the oven for a long time. If you decide to read it you'll see it is definitely a 'loving wives' story. I hope you enjoy it, and please feel free to leave a remark or two when you've finished. Your comments are always welcome. * Part One: Suspicion, Dis...
Cheating and Rivals Part 44 Jen knew Frank was close. "Remember," she said, looking into his eyes and stroking his face. Frank nodded. His muscular body was covered in sweat. They'd been fucking for almost 15 minutes (like most men, he always lasted longer the second time). His face was a mask of concentration as his body climbed closer and closer to the p...
AUTHOR'S NOTE I often receive requests for stories but I also have a naysayer or two who accuse me of writing my own requests. For this story I have included the request from a fan named Stewart who sent me the e-mail below. I took his story line and embellished the story quite a bit. As I was writing it I found that I could write about this step-mother ext...
The following material is sexually explicit erotica. If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file. Chapter 11 Concert Saturday morning and afternoon seemed to crawl by. I tried to keep busy by doing odd chores around the house and then a bit of shopping, including a large bunch of roses for Lucy. At one stage I was tempted to go to wher...
This is the second edition, revised August 2016. THE SEEHOFER CHRONICLES. THE MEMOIRS OF A COURTESAN - Volume 1. PROLOGUE -- BELGRAVIA. Monday 8th February 1968. Belgravia, London. Rebecca Seehofer felt distinctly nervous. The flat in London's chic Belgravia was cloyingly warm, totally at odds with the sulphurous fog that billowed spectrally in the col...
Chapter 20 Paying the Devil His Due with Interest by T. J. Skywind © To the curious, when I write I listen to several artists. Among them Jean Michel Jarre, Medwyn Goodall, Johnny Clegg, David & Diane Arkenstone, Lindsey Stirling, and a recent addition are Two Steps From Hell. Sometimes I rock out on classics from the 1920s to current hits, but I p...