Our Kinky Money Lender Takes My Wife! I was in deep trouble. I had taken huge loans from Jaichand, a shrewd money lender in Indore. Jaichand was an old man, but reputed to be extremely crooked and violent. I had not been able to repay him back, despite being warned a lot of times by him. Now he had sent a message that he was coming to meet me in the office...
Candi Palmer awoke to the repeated jingle of her doorbell. Then a rapture of annoying knocks on her door. Finally, she groans and punches her pillow. As the disturbance persisted she crawls bitterly from her bed and snatches up her short Kimono style bath robe tying it on. From that point she stormed from her room and down the carpeted staircase to the fro...
Sandra nudged Troy as she brushed the dirt and soot from his face, "Honey, wake up, are you ok?" she shook him lightly. "Troy, wake up, I'm here baby." Troy snapped awake as he jolted his body. He looked at his wife and started to weep lightly. He mumbled through his duct tape but the words never made it out. Sandra took hold of the tape as she slowly peele...
Ravenna933 edited this story and made some helpful suggestions. * Day four in Oman, a Wednesday, dawned with a soft knocking at my door. I rolled over in bed, still half-asleep, checking the clock. It was about an hour prior to my alarm, and wearily, I got out of bed, walked to the door, and opened it. The hallway was deserted, apart from the back of a hi...
Introduction The Guilford Court Supper Club (GCSC) is a group of couples who live on and around Guilford Court, a small cul-de-sac in an affluent suburb of Dallas, who get together once each month in a different couple's home for a dinner party. This story is not about events that occurred at one of the monthly Supper Club get-togethers. Instead, it is a si...
Chapter 5 Picking up the Pieces "I'm still having a hard time believing her lawyer agreed to these terms, Norman," Margaret Shadbolt said shaking her head after once again having read the separation agreement. "I have to assume Andrea dictated these terms. They have guilt written all over them." I nodded. "Yeah, that was my interpretation too. I guess I sh...
This story takes place in 1978, twenty years before "The Heart Shaped Pendant." It was an early October night, a warm Indian summer indulgence. I reclined on a lawn chair in my back yard with a cold lemonade next to me, basking in the southern zephyrs wearing only my shorts. It was a night to celebrate: my latest book, an adventure novel, had just made the...
The Book Signing : Part five As for the last full day at the hotel, well it came early and it went smoothly enough, (albeit with my problematic boner still pressing against my sweatpants). I put up best I could with the merciless cat-calls coming from a long line of blue-haired hopefuls, (all vying for a photo, kiss, and a chance to put me in the #METOO mov...
I had to wait a little longer. Tanya and I checked into our room; my wife and Tanner into the other. Our room was beautiful, a big king-sized bed, a beautiful view of the mountains around Reno, mining pictures on the walls, thick plush carpet, and just the feel of elegance. I had little doubt what Tanner and Addie were doing, but Tanya said she needed to sho...
Kat wasn't a hooker, she wasn't a prostitute. She didn't charge a fee for sex and she didn't have clients. But sex was what she purveyed. She was a good time girl. A product of the millenium, a promo chick a big business groupie. It was her looks and body, together with sex, which provided her living. She had flirted with being an actress, but found taking...