Hell of a place to have a flat tire, and only a donut spare to boot. Middle of nowhere 200 miles from our destination and 300 miles from home. The puny little spare would take my wife Janey and I maybe 50 miles at 50 mph. We pulled over in the next small town. It was about a mile off of the main highway. A sign said that they had a service station. Even if...
Chapter One: The Masochist T.A.L.E. of Pain It was Wednesday, which along with Monday and Friday, was one of my short days. I had two classes, a four hour shift working janitorial at the school and one more class before coming home and cooking the dinner that greeted Kristy when she got home from her three classes working, her 1-5 shift in the school guidan...
CHAPTER 20 LADY ADELAIDE'S STORY Many people wish that they could live their lives again; correcting the bad decisions, the chances to make good and to make amends for the evil of their actions. I often dwell upon the decision I made and find that my life would be exactly as it was; I would take the same path. I can forgive my reprobate of a husband for...
After three weeks apart, Juliette and I couldn't wait to see one another. While she was in Atlanta working a trade show, I was working 4000 miles away on the Isle of Man. We both would much rather have been in San Francisco, in our own bed, and passionately fucking like wild animals. Although we'd chat daily on the phone, I missed seeing her long red hair, p...
Part 4 Accepting Our New-Found Desires The following morning was strained to say the least. We had carried out our accustomed weekday routine as though nothing strange had occurred the night before, Claire getting the kids up and making breakfast; me taking them to school as typically happened when I was off work. This time though there was an underlying t...
As if your vote is my applause, please vote for my story. There are no characters under the age of 18-years-old in this story. My Wife Is No Longer My Lover, Ch. 04 Sometimes not a good place to be, home alone with John. Continued from Chapter 03: Yet, if she knew her retirement would be like this, so empty and so boring, she would have better financial...
TWAS a fine day in the land of the gods, and Erysichton was cavorting about the fine country with his entourage of troglodytes and ne’er-do-wells. It was indeed in the bleak midwinter in which we set our tragic tale. November had fallen like a delicate flower upon a corpse, and the children of the land could be seen to play with a certain preternatural grace...
The following is a work of fiction. All characters are figments of imagination. *** She always knew. Everyone knew. Ronald Pump was a scumbag, a horndog. A low-down, filthy, skirt-chasing weasel. She knew what she'd signed up for. She was to be the trophy wife. Smile. Look marvelous, be fabulous, maintain her perfect figure and impossibly high cheekbones...
If you enjoy this story please revisit my last two submissions: Naughty High Class Mom parts 1&2. Thank You, hotteeat60. I would like to express my thanks to istanbulnoir for helping edit this feature. Background In The White Trash Trailer Park: The following story is an account of the wild experiences that a friend of mine had fucking my trailer par...
If you enjoy this story please revisit my last two submissions: Naughty High Class Mom parts 1&2. Thank You, hotteeat60. I would like to express my thanks to istanbulnoir for helping edit this feature. Background In The White Trash Trailer Park: The following story is an account of the wild experiences that a friend of mine had fucking my trailer park ste...