When Brian Mullender regained consciousness from a coma induced to aid his initial recovery from the emergency surgery he had undertaken at the hospital, he took most of the bad news delivered by his best friend Toby Marshall with a calm dignity. Apparently, his loving wife Marianne waited only long enough for the compensation for his injuries to be settle...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
I could feel the new Pack boundary in place as I crossed the line into the Blood Moon territory. I was in familiar territory as I ran quickly down the trails, my wolf enjoying his time to be free. The smells, the sights all telling me that I was home, yet in the back of my mind I knew none of this was mine anymore. That Nathan had died at the feet of his A...
When Rachel had arrived in Paris, she had never imagined she would end up here. But here she was, in a strange woman's house waiting for her first threesome. Jason looked down at her and smiled. She smiled back, albeit a little tentatively. She had met Jason in the train station and had gone home with him the first night she was here. She couldn't imagine ev...
This is a story about a married woman who has sex with someone other than her husband with no crazy revenge. If that kind of story isn't your thing, you are welcome to look away. ******* Brooke and I grew up together two houses apart on a quiet little street in a suburban area. Our mothers had been friends, and we played together a lot as children. Our f...
Restrained against the head board of Jenny's bed I sat watching the two women kiss and enjoy each other. I was excited as Lela just revealed that we were going away to a private area of Mexico for a week. I was sure that Lela would pull out all the stops but was nervous about becoming Michelle full time. My thoughts were interrupted as Jenny sat up and grab...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Foreword Wassup, wassup. Hey, this shit is supposed to make you laugh, so don't get pissed, alright? You want some story about a white house wife dropping to her knees in front of some 2,3 meter tall, bald headed, Mr. Olympia type of black dude and worshipping some 12" black cock, I suggest you don't read any further. Try Jordon Lynn's "Faith Debased" or so...
NOTE: Set in the UK - so spellings etc are UK. CHAPTER 1 Autumn leaves, at least the more upright ones, ran across the terrace outside the family room like retreating soldiers on invisible legs, disarmed and their commander-in-chief being the unseen ruthless wind. No leaf would be spared the rout unless caught in an entanglement and what fate was that? Lo...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...