FROM THE AUTHOR: This story is my first story, so please be understanding. This story is a dark Loving Wife story with burn the bitches and their boyfriends. My thanks to my dear friend Stormking for taunting me enough to write a story instead of just reading and criticizing other's stories. * My best friend Jake and I were chugging booze and munching piz...
A fictional story. At the age of 58, I found myself alone for the first time since college. My initial impulse was to throw caution to the wind, and bed as many women as I could. But after sleeping on it, I realized that route would be dangerous at best, and decided to give myself time. Several months passed, and I was able to get my finances in order along...
I wake, groggy as fuck, as I try to move in this bourgeois king size bed. I recognize the hotel room. Somehow, I made it back here last night. I try to roll over and I'm immediately struck by what a mess I am. My legs are sore. I reach down with my hand and touch the lips of my pussy and it's beyond sensitive. I'm afraid to touch my asshole. I feel the sta...
"Another great get-together," Shirley Lancaster-Vilbrun said, and the tall, busty and curvy redhead looked at her husband Castor Vilbrun and smiled. Six feet two inches tall and burly, with dark chocolate skin and a smooth shaved head, Castor Vilbrun is a fine specimen of second generation Haitian-American masculinity. She'd fallen in love with him since the...
Carrie Franks woke up on a beautiful day to find she couldn't move. Her arms and legs were tied down or something. She opened her eyes and still could not see. There was a mask or blindfold over her eyes. She started to panic and she cried out, "Help me." Then she heard a voice, "Quiet Mrs. Franks. Here, enjoy." Carrie felt a hand on her from her feet al...
This is my version of an ending to the story "Danielle's Revenge" by Damon X. While the version by FinishTheDamnStory had its own appeal, I found the idea of criminal prosecution of the wife and her partner-in-crime to be far more satisfying myself. My wrists chafed at my bonds in the darkness, even as I wondered how the fuck I was gonna get free. Then aga...
Greetings from quarantine zone, Australia. If ever people needed distracting for an hour or so to stop worrying about the world's problems, it is now. So, please put your worries aside for a while and accept this as my small gift to you. These have been available on our blog since August last year, but until CTC gets some free time to edit some more, these a...
Now that I knew I'd be getting back with Alicia I had a powerful urge to hear her voice, to know she was holding up under the pressure, to offer my support and my love. Probably because of the guilt, but also because I really do love her a lot. I waited till 11 a.m. when I figured she would be done with her morning show out in the Free City of LA. I called f...
By 8:15 we were back in the living room listening to music. I guess Briana recovers faster than me. She washed her face and came out of the bathroom looking almost normal. I went in but when I came out I still looked like me. She was still working hard to settle me down. I had no idea where I was going from here. I had loved Alicia so long and so hard. Call...
"Honey, I Have a Question for You" Lead in: college professor wants to expand her body of knowledge It's just a short little light hearted exercise. Well, mostly anyway. Don't get your panties all wadded up. Characters: Tom Dempsey, husband and history buff. Marie Dempsey, wife and college professor Derrick "Snake" Prescott, Lounge Lizard...