This is the final part to this story. I hope you read it, and I hope you enjoy it. Don't forget to leave a comment at the end. Vote if you like. ***** So I guess I decided; it probably wasn't very smart, but I was going to get Virna to marry me. The whole idea probably didn't make any sense, but I'd made up my mind that's what I was going to do. For sure...
Author's Note: This is part four of my smutty romantic comedy series. This chapter continues the Mall Arc, which runs until chapter 6. Continuing on the themes introduced in the previous chapter, this one is also a little lighter on the smut but heavier on the swaps. Please leave a comment! I can't begin to express how much I love hearing from you guys. Ev...
Almost all married couples start out intending to remain faithful to each other forever. It's in your wedding vows and it's actually the point of getting married; to have a monogamous relationship. This excludes the open marriage and wife swapping crowd, obviously, but the average marriage is all about fidelity. Despite this, every married couple has a jok...
I meant the original Escort Neighbour story to be a "one of". It didn't matter to me what happened next. I would rather the reader be free to imagine many happy endings; however, I've had many people ask me for more and so I thought, why not? What happens next? How would a married man deal with a rich escort neighbour? Where would their relationship go? Coul...
Rachel quietly reached over and started rubbing my crotch. I quickly became hard under her persistent hand. The movie provided enough distractions for the other movie goers that no one noticed her boldness. She lightly stroked my cock captivated my by jeans. I struggled not to make a sound so as not to give the act away. Rachel had a way of finding just the...
We have a good night of sleep; Alem-Tsehay is getting easier at night, and taking care of her when she wakes up for a pee goes quickly and without any problems. Well-rested, we wake up the next morning. My nakedness reminds me of last night; it fills me with a feeling of shame, remembering how much I let myself go last night. Chris seems to have a whole dif...
My chastity tube hangs heavily between my legs. It resembles a water faucet, and looks a little odd. Gretchen used to have me in a plastic thing, but she felt that I was too disrespectful in having big erections... And the tube makes it quite cramped! Really, it is. When I get a hard on, it's quickly contained. Then I feel this unpleasant squeezing fro...
A girl, incontinent. The woman heard the door creak on its hinges. Pivoting on her heels, she turned to see who entered, her heart racing in sudden anticipation. It was the girl -- naked, oiled. Her hand clutched a black riding crop against her breastbone. The bleak february light sparkled off the jewel dangling from her tit. The girl took only two...
Chapter Four. She'd left a clean house -- bedrooms, kitchen, and living room. She'd put everything in its proper place, the dishwasher filled with clean glassware and cups and plates, the dryer with clean laundry. He had no memory of her doing this; he must have fallen asleep after gushing down her throat, right there on the sofa. Or he must have fainted fr...
Chapter 1: Genesis: A Dinner Date Natalie had just told me how much she loved Hemingway, as the waiter stepped up to our table. I was relieved by the interruption: I hate Hemingway. Not to mention the attempt to impress, the whole idea of someone enjoying, much less reading—completely—a Hemingway novel, kind of repulsed me. Hemingway always struck me as th...