The door bell was a shiny golden button that I couldn't bring myself to press. I wanted her bad; I wasn't the unfaithful type but we had been having mind sex for so frigging long that I was like a horse sweating and chomping over the bit. I had to have her despite the fact that she wasn't much to look at especially when compared to my willowy, Nicole Kidman...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. The women's conference in Mumbai was drawing to an end. On this...
"Goddamnit." David grumbled slamming his hand down on the steering wheel. The drive to James' house was the better part of an hour drive away. That wasn't a problem in and of itself but what was a problem was getting there and finding out that things had been called off for the week. It was his own fault for not checking his phone. At least two of them had c...
Joanna looked great standing in front of our bedroom mirror all made up and looking quite nervous. It was hard to believe by looking at her that she had gave birth to two children, worked, cleaned house and performed your basic soccer mom duties the last 18 years and still looked this good, if not better than we had wed. Joanna stood 5'-6" and weighed in at...
Walt entered the house and walked into the bedroom where Angie was changing her clothes and said. "Honey. It has been a whole week since it happened and I wish you would forgive me for getting you involved in that mess." Angie turned and faced Walt and said. "You could have gotten us killed over a silly card game and I hope you learned your lesson." This w...
As I sit at my desk writing this story, I try to make sense of the problems that have recently beset me. My mind screams of the injustices that I have suffered at the hands of my wife and of the indignities that I have sustained, but a small part of me fully knows that this is a deserved and, possible predictable, retribution; a sort of twisted poetic justic...
All participants in this chapter are over the age of eighteen. You might want to read the prior chapters so that this one will have a proper context. It's been a long process, but one I've enjoyed writing. Annie was gone for only a short while, maybe as long as ten minutes, but no longer. In her absence, the three remaining boys talked among themselves and...
By Likegoodwine copyright July 2013 Here are three very short stories for you. If you think that the theme of cheating wives is too touchy to be treated with some humor, don't read. Personally I believe that love and humor heals everything. This story was ready way before the last one (Nothing to talk about) but as I had two stories a bit harsh and serious...
Alice Scott was the 35 years old wife of the vicar of St. Aden's, a parish on the edge of a northern English market town. Her husband, Edwin was 40 years old and in the early years of their ten-year marriage, he had excited her with his near heretical approach to his work. He came from a long line of clerics and as he matured, was metamorphosing into the arc...
The help wanted ad read: Paid Volunteer Wanted. Paid volunteer wanted for a sex research study but the ad was very specific. We need only one man who is Caucasian, between 5'7 to 5'9, and approximately 140 to 160 pounds. No one of any other description will be considered. At the end of your one hour session, you will receive a one-of-a-kind ring worth $10,0...