This is the last chapter in the series. The aftermath is narrated by Roger. If you hated the last chapter, you're really going to hate this chapter. I really struggled with the ending of this story, I'm not really happy with it, but it should do. I just want to say thank you if you have stuck around this long. I know it was rough, but the process has been ve...
I fired up Spotify, turned on the first Loverboy album, and adjusted my new over-the-ear headphones. I had moved away from the in-ear style. They always started to hurt after a few minutes. My walk usually lasted about an hour, and I had to have music, so I splurged and bought myself a pair of Beyerdynamic Amiron wireless ones. I looked goofy, but damn they...
We entered the Master suite to find our owners relaxing on the bed. Still not undressed and with some music playing. We entered, knelt and bowed as always. Our owners sat on the love seat by the large window and bade us to kneel in front of them. - Tiffany. We see something in you that we would like to nurture. But it is you who has to make it grow. We wil...
This is not a standalone story. You should read Chapter 1 & 2 first. It is also not a stroke story so if that's your bag, don't waste your time. My thanks go to Techscan and LadyCibelle for their kind assistance with the editing of this story and correcting the usual clangers that keep my critics so happily amused. But I'm sure you'll find something you don...
Chapter 6: Mom Works Out the Kinks Sonia got off the phone got off the phone with her mother and cuddled up inside the bed she shared with her sister. Immediately, their tongues tangled and they began to wrap their naked bodies around each other. They began to rub, to caress and to share the lesbian, incestuous passions that were now a daily part of their l...
It had happened to me once before; many years ago. Ages before, I had experienced a similar set of feelings. The feeling that my body did not belong to me and that I shared it with someone else. That it was like a third party, an inanimate object that my mind could leave, and look back upon. Yes, it had happened in my late teens and now it was happening aga...
The gym Rebecca goes to has a personal trainer named Chris. She had told me all about how he was sort of a celebrity. Amongst the suburban white women, a tall and muscular black personal trainer like him was in high demand. His schedule was always booked solid, though Rebecca had mentioned that she never had any trouble making an appointment with him. They...
I was not looking forward to working out at all. I wanted to get into shape, but working out was going to be painful mainly because it had been a few months since I had stepped into the gym. I was so right, the first week I was so damn sore, but going into the second week, I was feeling much better. I am usually in a zone of my own when I go into the gym. I...
I was working out in the gym, on my own for once, and there was no one else there. It was only a small gym, with limited equipment, as it wasn't the main gym in the hotel. The main one was on the ground floor, this one was on the top floor, and was normally only meant to be used by staff, but because of the publicity surrounding S Club, we had been given per...
When my youngest son left for college, my husband moved into his crash pad in the city full time. It wasn't a surprise; he had been withdrawing for years. It still, however, stung. I went from a busy house wife with 2 sons and a husband to care for to being more or less a very young retired person. For the first month or two I sulked. Since we didn't divorc...