Eventually, we settled with Jacque's, and returned to the condo. It was about ten o'clock. If I read Jerry correctly, he was interested in some sexual time with Carrie; however, that wasn't going to happen with Emma around. Carrie changed all that in a minute. She came up to me. "Jim ... Honey ... I need you to do something really special for me – for us –...
This is the forty-sixth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous forty-five episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. "Courtesan" is romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alterna...
Marsha Wilcox was sitting at home, watching the nothing that was on TV when she remembered that she had had a question for her son. He told her he would be over at the Allan house, but she didn't want to call over and disturb the Doctor and his family, so she tried his cell phone. "Shit," she said quietly, hearing the ring tone sound off from his bedroom. "...
This is part of the "Strange Arrangement" stories. This story can stand alone, but reading "A Strange Arrangement" and "Bottles" will introduce you to some of the characters that will appear in later chapters. Future chapters will be in the Erotic Couplings and Mature categories. Happy reading, thanks for voting, and I appreciate the encouraging and construc...
It took most of the afternoon to suck each cock presented before me. Rather than tire of the action, the taste of the sperm hitting the back of my throat, I found myself craving the next hard dick, wondering what that man's semen would taste like. Would it be salty? A little sweet? Sour, perhaps. All I knew was that with each cock, my hunger grew. When the...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** *All characters are 18+ years old. This is the first entry to this story, so if you like it I can continue it. ***** Jack walked back into his old room with his suitcases in tow and couldn't help but feel the shame and sadness that lingered there. He knew that his father was ex...
Simon Sharpe. I reached down to pick up the spent shell, 7.62mm, some kind of Kalashnikov clone, probably an AKM. "AK47?" Shelly asked, peering over my shoulder. "Basically, yes. Probably silenced, or someone would have heard the shots." I pocketed the shell and walked to the hedge. Just beyond was a small dip, the grass flattened. They'd hidden here b...
A work of fiction, which means this story is a total confabulation of my fevered mind. All characters are over 18 years. Sorry, no trigger warnings other than marriage vows are routinely ignored and by popular demand (alright, one email) I ramped up the kink...but only a little. This chapter is best understood in context with the previous six chapters, but g...
**AUTHOR'S NOTE** I've had this one for a few years. The chick in this story is based on the same former friend in "Against All Odds", but the bass player is different. Savvy rock fans may recognize him if they pay close enough attention, though I did change maybe one or two details about him. The former friend had a crush on him, but a bigger crush on the b...
Chapter 11 - The 'Rents Ted picked Carol up at 10:00 AM for the 10:30 service. They drove to Carol's church. Carol was wearing the knit dress she had purchased on Friday night. The top had some plunge to it, but nothing too extreme. The hem came about ten inches above her knees. The dress hugged her curves. There was a black wide belt around her waist. Her...