The scene at home was exactly what you would think it would be. Like some sort of movie, we had a hell of a blow up and played out our roles just like you would think. Bud was standing in the living room waiting for me when I walked in the front door about 2 hours later. He immediately started screaming at me but the gist of the conversation was that he wa...
Claire sat by the phone looking at Fred's card, thinking of the events of last weekend. Her husband was up for a promotion at his office; Fred was the head of the firm and the one who would decide whether or not he would get it. He had invited them to his cottage at the lake for the weekend to attend a party he was giving. He said it was a chance to get to k...
Those of you who know my writing know things are not always as they seem in my stories. As you start this story some of you will be tempted to stop reading, comment "cuck" and give it one star, believing that LTW has gone over to the dark side. I would ask that you please indulge me and continue to the end before commenting or scoring. Thank you. ***** Co...
My boss was pressuring me to get these financial statements complete by four o'clock and the phone wouldn't quit ringing. Doesn't he realize I have more to do then answer the damn phone? "Hi love, it's Bob Campbell." Came across the speakerphone even before I could say hello. "Listen Sue, a client of mine is in town and we wanted to know if you would be fre...
I watched my wife of ten years as she entered the den where I was working on a report for work. She was looking very good. Grace wore a light brown leather skirt with a pale yellow shell and Cardigan sweater set over brown boots with high stiletto heels. Her body is amazing, and is centerfold quality for playboy. I am very proud of her. I smiled at her, "Yo...
4. The Condo: I'm Melanie. I'm a 30 year old, married slut who cheats on her husband almost daily, if not even more often than that, because he can't come close to satisfying me and I can't possibly get enough cock anyway. This is another entry in my memoirs. At the time I'm writing this, I've got about eight to ten guys who I count as "boyfriends" -- guy...
My husband Rob took me to a party at his boss’s house last Saturday. We have been to Angie and Jim’s house on many occasions and I didn’t think this one would be much different. They are really nice people and their house party’s are always fun. Jim usually includes several of his business customers at these get-togethers and Angie makes sure that everything...
The rain had stopped. For four days there had been nothing but bleak skies and a slow, steady drizzle. In that miserable weather Wilfed had travelled up the Mourn River across the borderlands between Trimbledale and the Kingdom of the Elves. Everything on the river boat had gotten thoroughly soaked, all except for his letter of introduction. He had kept that...
Chapter 2, Saturday I stared at the mass of congealed scrambled egg and felt my stomach turn. It was early and Richard and I had been lucky enough to get on the 7am ferry to Calais, our only penalty for being late a small surcharge. It was a beautiful day and the sun was already hot by the time we drove onto the huge cross-channel ferry, the air full of di...
Seventeenth Installment in the "Latina" Series of Erotic Tales It was bad enough that Latina had been out of work for several months. At 49, she had long since reached that age when employers would pass her over for someone young and inexperienced, sacrificing the corporation's chance to acquire her expertise, just to save a few dollars on salary costs. At...