Something for you to hate. Zero Eroticism, no heroes, bad revenge. In it's favor, there are no cuckolds, willing or unwilling, in this story and it's short so you won't waste too much time. There IS a humiliated husband (well, ex), so it might appeal to Matt... Mikothebaby edited and then I ruined her good work by adding more crap. * It was after I served...
The small group of young women were sitting around the table in the company lunch room chatting, an everyday occurrence. An observer would see them laughing and talking, enjoying the time before they returned to their respective desks, in their various departments. Alice, a slim redhead in her mid-twenties, turned to the woman directly across from her, and...
The rain falls hard against my window on this windy winter evening as I stand up from my computer. I shut the monitor off and push in my chair. This was the last I will hear from my long-distance lover. I turned out the light and clutched a tissue to my nose with a reluctant release. I couldn’t believe I had become so ensconced with the faulty assumption our...
13 May 1727, Dover It really is quite amazing Pater has decided to allow me to go on the Tour before he cements me in place as son and heir to his title, no doubt that bitch my Aunt was complaining to him about my antics about town. What does she expect of a red blooded man to do. So I am off to see the foreign doxies and other places of ill-repute or at le...
Like a battlefield, the green felt table waited. On a plain where countless skirmishes have been won and lost, two pairs, both made up of one guy and one girl, prepare to make friendly war on each other. The social aspect of the game is enough to offset the lust for victory, although all of them know that as the night progresses, missed shots will grow more...
Sofia was bored. Another day, another long sales pitch to sit through; probably with some wrinkly old man droning on and on about some boring new service. Stifling a yawn, she walked in through the large mahogany doors of her boardroom. The sight that greeted Sofia made her pause in her tracks. The man who was quietly conversing with her own Head of Sales wa...
I've been married to Sammi for over six years. We met in college and frequently slept together and "helped" each other get off when we were in between other relationships. Even then, we had a spark, and quite by accident, we ended up living near one another in New York after graduation. We continued our little trysts for a few years, and then one night, whi...
The name is Azizah Osman and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. When you think of a Somali chick, I bet you think of the robed, hijab-wearing, quiet and mousy Muslim chicks you see on the subway or at the mall. Well, I'm nothing like them dumb bitches. You see, I got a mind of my own, and I like to do...
Although embellished sightly these tales are essentially true and happened starting back in the early 90s. * It was a week after Alan had visited and Tish had settled her guilt issue. We began to recount our threesome during lovemaking making each experience all the more hotter. We wanted to have another session and I tried to get a hold of Alan a couple t...
You have to be 18 years or older to read this story. This story is purely fictitious and not intended to represent any person living or dead. * * * * * A month went by since my first encounter with Carmen. It was still a hot Summer, and I didn't really see Carmen that last month. I thought she was avoiding me, embarrassed at what happened. I thought that a...