Many thanks to Barneyr for editing this story. Without his help and suggestions I'm sure I would have been pilloried for another grammatically mismanaged attempt. This is my fifth entry into the Loving Wives category. I hope you enjoy it. Don't for get your comments and suggestions are critically important if I'm to improve. I hope you enjoy it. * Ben,...
This is another in the Consequence series. I decided to write this based on a story by nici, a story that bothered me considerably. I would urge you to read her 'Something we have to talk about' story if you want to see another side to this scenario. Edited by Angel Love. My thanks to her. * * * * * Consider: In most major events, it is the little things...
Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember this is my universe, a place where nearly anything can, and often does, happen. At least on paper... Please refer to my profile for more on my personal policy regarding comments, feedback, follows,...
Karen cleaned off the coffee table while Connor and I pulled the loveseat over, opposite the couch. I retrieved that infamous, thick foam cushion that Karen and I had so enjoyed Monday night and a cushion off an easy chair to put on the other end of the table. "Anyone want a drink before we start?" I asked. "I bought rum and ginger ale like we had last tim...
Forward: This piece was inspired by a story I stumbled into while using the "Loving Wives Spinner" feature to find a story to entertain myself one day. If I could remember the name of the story, I would give it a mention and due credit. But, alas, I cannot recall it. This story has two parts, borrowing words from a familiar song, part 1 contains "Fol...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* Working on hands and knees, laying the four by four inch ceramic tile in the ten by twelve kitchen was hard, back-...
I get to the place and as I enter you greet me with a glass of wine. Then you start to undress me kissing me on the neck , ears and cheeks. Finally I’m naked just as you are. I love to watch your nude body move as you walk. As you already know I love a plumper. I want my women to have substance. Something to grab onto and ample flesh to caress. Your grin t...
We had chatted online with each other for about one year now. Whenever Ken mentioned he wanted to know what I was wearing I ran away like a deer. I had never been in a room with him, let alone see him face to face, and yet, there was a bizarre sexual attraction. The very presence of him online made me dizzy with excitement. I felt like a woman in every way p...
After a day of meetings in town, I find the commuter train that will take me to the lot where I've parked my car. It's late rush hour in fall, which mean it's already getting dark. I miss the late sunshine, but the warm temperatures of the Indian summer weather we've been having are a pretty good tradeoff. On the platform, I put my tote down and fold my swea...
(It was 1892 and I, David Shaw, then aged 19 joined 'Maynard and Son, Purveyors to Gentlewomen and the Aristocracy' on Upper Richmond Road, Putney. The job involved providing 'underskirt services' to single women. This was my fourth day with the firm) *** The next morning, following my evening at the pub with Tim, I kept wondering what other engagements I...