The changes didn't stop there, but the subsequent transformation was so gradual that several days passed before I was unable to dismiss them as paranoid imaginings. After all, the plug hole in the shower getting blocked with hair was not so unusual, and the hair on my head was as thick as ever. And really, I was quite distracted. We were on our honeymoon, i...
Some time ago, when I first started this prurient voyeuristic walk down memory lane, I promised that I would explain why I call my wife "Lacey" even though that isn't her real name and I assume that you have been patient as you wait for an explanation. Well, as luck would have it, I have now arrived at that part of the narrative where I must divulge the sec...
It was late morning when Roger slowly stirred to life. He rolled over to grab Emily for a cuddle but quickly discovered her side of the bed empty. He glanced around the room until his eyes landed on a note propped up on the nightstand. Even through bleary eyes, he recognized his wife's elegant, feminine handwriting. Good Morning Babe! I'm sorry I'm not a...
Having laid out her outfit for the evening on her freshly made bed, crisp white linen as a contrast to her dark underwear with so many different textures, she went to relax in her bath. The heat embraced her body at once from her first tentative toe through her legs and as she sat down the bubbles burst with excitement to touch her, caress her and tickle at...
These are the fictional adventures of me, Peter and my cyber wife Robyn. We are both from the UK and Robyn is a 34 year old gorgeous curvy highlighted blonde with big green eyes and a natural 38D, 25, 35 figure. I am 47, slim and fit with brown hair and green eyes. I have been writing stories foe her and I for some time now whereby we use them to explore o...
A number of years ago the wife and I were watching a special on HBO about hookers in NYC. I could tell my wife was getting pretty aroused and we wound up screwing like teenagers. I asked what turned her on so much about the program and she admitted to me that she had always fantasized about what it would be like to be a street hooker. I suggested to her tha...
This piece is autobiographical. I've not listed names or places to protect the identity of the people involved. All of the events you will read are true. It was a surprising and exciting start to a what I can't really call a relationship - it was fun, but couldn't ever have been more. I hope you enjoy the memories as much as I have enjoyed writing about them...
Steve stepped back and watched as the second assailant slowly dropped to the sidewalk. He landed not far from the man Steve had previously dispatched. As he wiped away drops of blood that had seeped into his eyes, Steve detected movement to his right. He turned to see a man emerge from in front of the SUV and point a hand gun at Ashley. Becky attempted to sh...
. 1 . He could go out. Aiden shook his head. No, no, that was crazy. It was three in the morning. Nothing would be open. He paced another lap around his hotel room. He turned on the TV, flicked through the channels-- all commercials-- and killed it. There was nothing to do. But he could go out. The same jet that had lagged him had delivered him to a new...
"Those are handsome shoes -- but you might want to consider these," said a soft voice behind me. Turning, I n into the sultry almond-shaped eyes of an attractive Asian saleswoman. "These shoes are virtually the same style, actually are of better quality, and are worth your money. Would you like to try on a pair? My name's Ella. Why don't you be seated so tha...