Sarah and I usually went shopping together on Wednesdays, not for anything in particular, and usually not for me. I would normally stand there as she went through half the store trying things on. But today she picked out a few things for me. Some of it, I flatly refused to consider, but the beige skirt was nice, it came to just above my knees, and flared out...
This story is an alternative perspective of a story written by Captain_Ron, entitled "Elise and My Roommates". All events written here are my own interpretation. They match up with the original story, but tell it from Elise's point of view. I've gotten permission from Captain_Ron to publish this story, with the caveat that future chapters of his story may or...
Author's Note: While writing the Call Girl and the Businessman, I find myself drifting away to the weather outside. I had always been fascinated by weather. Taking a short respite from the Call Girl, I write this short story where, instead of the musky saturation before rain, I write about romance in the rain itself. There are parallels in this story with Th...
The next morning I awoke on the floor where Cloe normally slept, when the hell had I gotten on the floor? Then the memories of yesterday start to intrude on my mind, ah yes! I had been tired after everything that had happened yesterday. Getting up I made my way slowly to the kitchen, where Cloe had left me some breakfast. Looking around I saw that she'd obvi...
It was late January and I was at the mall shopping. The holiday rush was over and the entire mall was very quiet on a weekday afternoon. I do not like trying on clothes, but I dislike returning items even more so I do it when necessary. Today I had taken the afternoon off to shop for a friend's birthday and maybe update my wardrobe a little when a sweater...
Marge, Mary and Me Sheila and I had been married for almost twenty years when I caught her cheating. It was almost as if she was trying to get caught, she hardly hid her sexploits at all. I caught her in bed, drug the asshole boyfriend outside and we traded punches for a few minutes until I knocked his ass out. Of course when the cops arrived, and she stuc...
I lay on the floor while everyone made their way to the kitchen. I became embarrassed and ashamed remembering that Joe was there filming my wanton acts of sluttiness. I got up and grabbed my clothes piled at the door. Slipping my shirt on, I quietly ran to my car. My cell started ringing before I even exited the drive; I threw it to the floor. When I finall...
It was the strangest request anyone had ever asked of me. And definitely the most dangerous. "What?" I asked again, slightly slurring my speech in my drunken condition. He wasn't as drunk and mostly played with his beer bottle. He showed very little emotion. "She's all yours for one day." I stared at him, trying to comprehend. "You want me to use your wif...
Welcome to 'A Boiled Frog'. If you haven't read Parts 1-2 I suggest you read those first as the characters and situations won't make much sense otherwise. Please vote, I especially like feedback and comments, both good and bad, as this is my first storytelling experience and any help I get is appreciated. Special thanks go to Anjali and Sterenn for editing...
This is the second part of the story I began with House-Sitting With a Homosexual Part 1. Thank you to everyone who read the first part and wanted to read the rest of the story. Your patience is being rewarded, as the second part is almost entirely sex. If you haven't read the first part I would encourage you to do so before continuing so you can better unde...