Hello dear reader, This is chapter one of a multi chapter storyline which details the adventures and sexual discoveries of Lilly and her husband Chris. Different chapters changes styles, locations, genre and swap between their points of view. Hope you enjoy this as much as we did writing it, Chris. ***** This is a story about discovery, about love...
Note: This story is the sixty-second installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous sixty-one episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I stro...
Before we return to the story, I'd like to thank all of those who have taken the time to offer praise, criticism and general commentary on chapters one though three of Jess's adventures. And now, on with the story.... After viewing Bob James' surveillance video of my husband and his lover, I was in turmoil. I was angry, I was hurt, I was scheming my reveng...
They awoke at seven. May was very aroused and went on top of Paul. She ground into Paul for thirty minutes as Paul rubbed her clit and played with her tits. Then Paul came. They showered together then May made breakfast. It was now nine, eight o'clock in Champagne. Paul phoned the Chateau. Colette answered the phone. Paul said, "Good morning Colette, how are...
Chapter 1: Money makes the pussy wet Iliki means cardamom in the Swahili language. The name was chosen by her mother. Her father certainly would never have thought of it. Her father is a rich American. He made his money by managing money. How do you manage money? Everyone who has money can save their money or spend their money and those who work, earn their...
Journal Entry: Saturday, June 3, 1989-Jane I'm posting some of the journal entries from my college years. In case you were wondering the stories are true. For those of you keeping score at home this would be #7 in the series. 1-6 are posted. Cheers! * I was taking summer classes to try and catch up but spent most of my weekends at home. Pete and Steve we...
1 Many of us balk at the idea of storytelling being something of a clinically constructed device, but everybody has their own methods; ways of writing that work best for them. Long before I studied media I was a ball of chaotic creative energy with little conscious method beyond the dialogue and the description. I can look back and both cringe and revel...
So, you've been writing here for years, you've come a long way baby. You worked on a novel or novella, you feel confident that it was pretty good. You edited it, re edited it, and then edited it again. Then, with some trepidation, you sent out your submission. You waited and checked your email every couple of hours just to be sure. You waited and checked...
I was busy playing a card game when they drove up to a local coffee shop that we hung out at: Ana, Damien, and my sweet Eddie. I was a bit too engrossed in my game to notice the mischief in their eyes. Ana dropped hints about how her and her husband Damien were cold and wanted to go back to their house and change into something more comfortable and asked if...
It's the taste that brings it back, the salt sprinkled along the back of my thumb, the shot glass pinched between thumb and index finger, supported by the middle finger, while the slice of lime waits, held delicately between thumb and index finger all in preparation for... Her name was Erica, a name resurrected between the second, or maybe third tequila sol...