Susan jumped as the telephone startled her. Who could be calling this early in the morning? She shivered and slipped on her nightgown. "Hello?" Her voice unsteady. "Mrs. Davis?" a male voice asked. "Yes?" Suddenly Susan was acutely aware she was cold. Goosebumps ran up her arms. She felt the wetness at the top of her thighs. The cold air stung. "Mrs. Dav...
This is my sequel to the story "The Making of a Rival" written by Fynn-S before 2007. I consider that Chapter 00 in the series. It's over on Seaking's Femfight if you'd like to hunt it down. If you haven't read the original, I strongly recommend that you do since it's oddly realistic for a topic like this. ****** Dana frantically tried to clean up the mes...
The next day, Drew and I wake up, excited to catch our final bits of action. The deal was supposed to be signed today at Sentosa island and my dad would be returning home after that. My mum would instead be accompanying Sheikh Tabash for one last night while he stayed at a hotel. Sheikh Tabash had to head to Sentosa Island early in the morning to meet up wi...
Although Ken had never introduced her to his ex-wife nor even discussed her very much at all, his wife knew a great deal about Sonya. In fact, Caitlin knew much more about her husband's ex than she really should have done. In a sense, Ken was as much to blame as Caitlin's curiosity and jealousy. He was the one with the woeful understanding of data security....
There is a dark truth to our modern lives, one that is at times both terrifying and at others: one's only glimmer of hope. The carousel never stops turning. No, it simply goes -- around and around, with days passing by in a blink, with eyes that close to sleep, opening to wake in what feels like an instant. Clock in, clock out. Return. Repeat. It is a ma...
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...
"You have to help us!" the man said plaintively. "We have tried every method under the sun but we have not been able to have a baby. My husband was diagnosed as having a low sperm count. Finally we bowed to the inevitable and came to the conclusion we must find a sperm donor," his wife added in support. Kevin's eyes widened in shock. "Me?" "We have studie...
Rowena lay in the byre pulling her finger in and out of her slutty wet cunt. She had just finished milking one of the old Shorthorn cows and was now lying on the ground with her legs spread open to allow the gentle summer breeze blow up her skirt and softly tickle her neatly trimmed cunt. Her pussy juices were dripping like a leaking tap onto her silky smoot...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Chapter 1 of this story can be found with my other stories under my author profile, and I strongly recommend you read that first to get to know the characters and background. Although the heart of this chapter involves watching and being watched, please be aware that it also contains unrepentant cuckolding and elements of humiliation, and it d...
Let me get this straight up front. Almost every weekend, I play Fantasy Games with my husband. I do it because I want to, not because he has manipulated me or coerced me. I do it by my own choice, for my own pleasure. My husband does his part for his own pleasure. In playing our roles and crafting the situations, we keep both our individual libidos and our m...