It happened so quickly and was so painful, that even that next morning, when the memory came to haunt and horrify, it all seemed blurry and out of focus — except for her face. Taylor's. Her smirk. Her taunting laugh. Those bits of it would never fade — never soften, for they were seared into Rebecca's soul — as if she had been branded by her chief rival. A...
I was forty years old when I had my mid-life crisis. My wife and I got divorced. I was a mess. I felt like a failure, like I had wasted my life and that no-one could want me. I was depressed so my thinking wasn't clear. I just felt. And my feelings were that I had somehow become irrelevant My wife and I had married young, she got pregnant with our first da...
DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in this story are fictitious as they do not exist. Any resemblance to a real person, living or dead is purely coincidental and should not be construed to associate a real person, living or dead with scenes or events described within this story. All of the characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18 and takes...
Stella took a deep breath and poured herself a generous glass of white wine. She had done her duty, talked to most of the people at the party, and now had a moment to herself. Roland was off in the other room, probably still getting his ear talked off by that guy who owned a sailboat. She thought about going in there and throw him a lifeline but she didn't...
My previous reconciliation story, A Beautiful View, met with some criticism suggesting that the ex-wife had done nothing to earn her way back into our hero's life. Basically, it was driven by his love for her and desire for them to be together again. This was fair criticism. This time I tried to address that a little bit. So yes, this is a reconciliation s...
On Monday we woke up early. I knew I was excited to go to my first porn shooting and Maria was excited to be working again. I dressed in my maid's uniform but I knew I would be changing as soon as both Tracy and Mark were dressed to leave. Mark would go in early with Maria and I following about an hour later. Tracy was coming along too but she said she would...
(Author's Note: This installment contains some very graphic and painful imagery that may be offensive to some readers. Such events depicted are not intended to excite or arouse; rather, they further the plot of the story) Part Five: Betrayal and Retribution I was still in a daze after coming back from Lake Tahoe. Making love with Erin and Ross had been the...
This is my contribution to the SUMMER LOVIN' STORY CONTEST 2016. It's the first time I've written under time pressure -- I hope it doesn't show too much... ************* It was kind of a relief. The feeling you get when your parents finally leave you at the beginning of the youth-camp. The moment you had been waiting for, nervous, but also excited -- free...
"He looks so peaceful floating in there." "I do don't I?" Sophia Ridge frowns a Young James Ian Pryce as they observe the body of James the Elder from his own future. Floating in his preservation tube he at least would not decay. Being deceased does that to a person. Sophia was tired of being duped and used. Her Great Grandfather Orin Ridge had switched hi...
(Patti Cake part 3) Chapter 5 -- Femdom, Fucking and Femininity... At the end of our time spent with Ms. Walsh, I was left with a lot of questions and I wasn't sure how to deal or cope with any of it... But one thing was for certain, I was starting to see more of the old Patti bubbling back to the surface, being direct and without compromise... The whole d...