This is the sixth installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache Chapter III, Interlude III, Chelsea. The typeface is Verdana, the body text is 12pt. I wrote the work using Optima, 9pt. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar. This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein t...
Who Am I kidding here? I suck at picking up women. This was my second night of a four day trip away from my apartment in Spokane, Washington. If I were in Spokane, I would be content in siting in my living room and feeling sorry for myself. But hanging around in a motel room is just not the same as hanging around a living room in your home. At least at ho...
PART 2: THE PAYOFF My name is Camille. I'm happily married to a wonderful man, have two great kids, a lovely home in a great neighborhood, and I got to fuck my ass off with another man without having to cheat. Here is my side of our story: I will always remember the look on my husband's face as I got ready for my date. There was so much in that look – love...
My name is Linda Prince. At the time of writing I am forty one years of age but the events I shall relate to you began their course six years ago. I am, or was, the wife of Jeff Prince, CEO of a government department and, as I was to discover, philanderer extraordinary. I have a daughter, Lisa, who was aged fourteen when the events began. After her birth J...
Allan decided that it was time for him to move on from his present job. He had completed his apprenticeship at a heavy engineering company that was heavily involved in the Shipbuilding industry, but it was becoming clear that most new ships were being built in far eastern countries, rather than in Britain, and therefore the long-term future did not look too...
Jack was half shaft deep in Sara's ass when he paused to admire his handiwork. Sara was standing, bent over her bed with her head mashed into a pile of pillows. Her jeans and panties were bunched around her ankles, leaving her standing in a precarious toddle. They were both breathing heavily, and there were several red hand prints across the tan flesh of Sar...
Eighth of nine parts. Copyright 2009 by F. Diriger -15- David Gwynn was talking enthusiastically to Diane when I came into the kitchen for dinner on Tuesday. She gave me a significant glance as she finished recounting her triumph with Charlie O'Hara, who'd just asked her to his house for a study date. Diane seemed happy, reminiscing that it seemed Gwynn...
"Can we stay home from school another day?" Sable McKellen the youngest of the two twin sisters by three minutes, appealed to their Mother Josie who was fixing breakfast before heading upstairs to shower. Josie paused in flipping pancakes wanting to say yes, but knew it would be a bad idea letting her girls remain home so soon after seeing what they did ye...
Cuckold. Like most young men, I would have never even considered the possibility that such a word existed, let alone the fact that I could grow up and become one. Not too long ago, the mere idea of it would have angered me greatly. I had a typical youth, surrounded by friends, family, sports, and adventure. I was a normal teenager, and leaned in to the you...
The door to Darryl's room opened as he walked in bearing several dozen textbooks and the heavy press of school work on top of school work. He had an essay on the history of the early Roman Empire (as it pertained to dragons), a paper on the underpinning of motonic magical manipulations using a manifold equation (which every other dragon treated as if they ha...