This is a follow-up to "When Everything Isn't Enough," published in Romance on 8/28/18. Some readers objected to the category, insisting it should have been in Loving Wives. Conceding their point, I've made amends with "Trust Is Earned, Not Given." ***** Now what? Jenny Yeager keeps asking herself that. She's just returned home to Cleveland from a business...
Thank you to those who helped me with this piece. In no particular order - LM, janey, and IC. Any errors or bits you don't like are entirely down to me. THE LIGHT DANCED through the diamonds embedded in her engagement and eternity rings while she fiddled with the thin silver chain that decorated her slender neck. Eduard noticed the dull lustre of her wedd...
This four chapter story is completed, and will be posted at roughly one chapter per week. * Jennifer threw her head back as jolts of pleasure and pain burst through her body. Repeatedly, Richard's hand landed on her bare ass, and she felt the stinging sensation melt into a familiar burn. Her stress faded with each blow. She had followed her husband's ins...
(C) 2009 Charmbrights. All rights reserved. The author has asserted moral rights under sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between any of the characters depicted herein and any real person, living or dead is wholly a matter of Nature imitating Art. There are not, and never were, famil...
I needed to confide in someone, so I called on an old family friend to whom I had sometimes turned as a teenager. She now lived in New Hampshire. I hadn’t seen her in years, but we still spoke a few times a year by phone. I asked if she would be my confessor. She agreed. In my teens and early twenties, I had always been frisky. I found that I enjoyed not on...
This is the third chapter of "I Make Believe I'm a Cuckold." You should read those first. [Writers love feedback. Please comment on and rate this story. About 99 readers out of 100 do *NOT* bother to do either. Comments help me improve my writing; ratings help other readers find what they will most enjoy reading.] +++++++++++++++++ Wednesday morning afte...
Dear Reader, although this is a stand alone story, I suppose it could be considered a sequel, or at least a parallel story, to my earlier April Fools Contest submission "A Second Chance." I hadn't intended to write or submit this, but after numerous requests following that story to carry on or provide the "what happened" answer, I sat down and wrote this sho...
EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS AT LEAST EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD OR OLDER. ***** The kids are away at College and Mom is left with an empty nest. Dad invites Mom to accompany him on business trips and the fun begins and the sex continues. *** The day after Labor Day, Logan and Becky left for their separate colleges which were roughly a two-hour drive from their hom...
Chapter 1: Working up to the Real Thing I am a 26-year-old, blue-eyed, ash blonde, white woman. And, at 5' 4", 118 lbs, with 32b-26-28 measurements, I'm considered petite. I was a naïve virgin when I married shortly after High School and Brian, my husband, was the only man I had ever been intimate with. Even my name, Faith, says unsullied innocence, and th...
I park up and get out of the car. Terrific place, I think, walking up the drive. The door opens before I can ring the bell. "Hi. You must be Mark." The voice, low and throaty, has the same effect as it did when she called. It makes me think of tussled sheets. Now the visuals don't always match the audio in my (considerable) experience but in this ca...