This is my take on a story by a fellow Literotica author SerialScribbler who I have contacted and advised I am doing this. He has approved and is looking forward to it. It is completely different. * "Mummy," cried our grandson Joe, a little distressed, as we entered the ornate front door, pulling at Mike, my husband's hand as he had done all the walk. "Sh...
All was quiet at 1:30 AM on Frontier airlines flight 1418, or at least as quiet as an Airbus A319 at 32,000 feet gets. Despite having pushed back from the gate at Las Vegas a few minutes late, the pilot had promised as they taxied to the runway that the flight would arrive at O'Hare a little before its scheduled arrival time of 6:39 AM. The sparse collection...
OK. I got a message from a reader complaining that I was always doing Burn the Bitch stories and never a Burn the Bastard story. I actually did a Burn the Bastard, but it was the guy's daughter that burned him, so they put it the Incest category, even though I submitted it for Loving Wives.. For those interested, read Burning Doug. The reality is that Burnin...
Daniel woke up and realized that someone warm was pressed into his back, their arm draped over his side, their face nuzzled into his neck. As he opened his eyes he saw the clock and realized that it was later than usual, almost 10am. The events of the previous night came flooding back as his mind shook off the tendrils of sleep. He remembered submitting to...
Author's Notes: There is very much thinking, remembering, and action in this reconciliation story rewrite. I continue to use multi-syllable words. It's vintage c1992w of what I like to write about as I continue to learn Wordsmithing. Found here are zero hot sex, my own POV, and my typing errors. Thanks for reading my stuff and all cogent feedback (especially...
We moved to Arizona four years ago, after I retired. My wife had been in poor health for some time, and we hoped the change and move away from winter weather would help her. Sadly, it did not, and she died two years ago, leaving me alone in our little house on a cul-de-sac in suburban Phoenix. Our daughter and her family live across town, so I am not complet...
Looking up, I saw her in the companionway—blonde, young, tanned, grimy and scared, in bare midriff crop top and dirty white shorts--as she quavered, "well, where're we off to?" - - - - - Walking down the dock in July of 2001, I pulled the little two-wheeled fiberglass cart behind me, loaded with a generous 10 days worth of food and supplies, for an early s...
byMattblackUK© and Vandemonium1 Way back in the mists of 2012 MattblackUK wrote a fine story called 'Surrogate'. Half way through reading it I thought it was going to take a different track than the one it did. Recently I approached Matt and he gave me his kind permission to change the ending. The start of the story below is Matt's work 100%. I have indicat...
Chapter 7 "From Slave Wife to Slut Wife" My name is Karen. I'm a slut wife. A real one. The kind who will do whatever my husband orders, whenever he orders it, to whomever he orders. Some on this forum have called me a fake. Some think I'm the work of a guy, just getting his jollies by pretending to be a woman who acts out his fantasies. I'm not. I am a m...
Mandi bounded into the apartment full of excitement and wanting to talk with her husband, Rick. Not finding him in their one-bedroom rental unit, she poked her bottom lip out in disappointment and called his mobile phone. "Where are you? I have a lot to tell you," she said, impatiently, when he answered. "I'm down by the pool, sugar. I needed a break afte...