The sun was probably shining bright over Salt Lake City by then, but we hadn't opened the curtains. As we patted one another dry after our shower, chatting casually more like a pair of old friends than a former couple, I found I really didn't want to open the curtains any time soon. I didn't want to go downstairs for our complimentary breakfast, I didn't w...
Bound, naked and being spitroasted by two cocks is not how I thought I would lose my virginity. I know what you're thinking, I'm the idiot that got myself into this... Well.. Before you draw any conclusions, let me tell my side of the story first. I also need to state for the record that I am completely 100% straight. Being rammed by two cocks wasn't on my b...
Author's Note: This is part three of a multipart story. It is recommended that you read the first two parts before this one, so you have a better understanding of what is going on. Contrary to what I said in the author's note at the beginning of part 2, this is not the final part. As I started writing this chapter, it became clear that it would take at least...
The following day, Marisa looked out the window of her dining and entertaining room to the backyard. She reflected on the evening prior and how electric it was. Her daydreaming was getting the best of her as she was preparing the snacks for the book club. It wasn't until Stephen broke her silence that really paid attention to her surroundings. "Hey honey, yo...
Chance Encounter Jetlag, the dryness of the air in the cabin after twelve hours flying from Tokyo, and the boredom of the long overnight flight had taken their toll and he was looking forward to a good long hot shower and some proper food as soon as he cleared customs. Not that the food in the first-class section wasn't acceptable, in truth it was quite pa...
Chapter 5 Our departure from the room was delayed by extended kissing and cuddling and she started to get emotional as the time to finally leave arrived but I told her we'd see each other very soon and she would be back with her daughter before long. This seemed to cheer her up and she cuddled my arm as we rode down in the lift. We kissed again as she left...
I had to admit that it had been a good couple of days with her, days and nights actually, but was it really worth going through, what with what had just been explained to me was the rest of my life? I had only been in London three days when I met her, most of which were spent at the National Archives in Kew pouring over records in an attempt to trace my fam...
My first attempt at any writing, I am far more at home with numbers. I wish this story was true, it's just a dream. If it is accepted I have several more chapters already written and will be submitted if I don't get a lot of negative comment. Although not strictly correct this story I have classified as Loving Wives. * A logical place to start is me, The...
This is the third part of the "Impersonating Brianne" series. If you haven't read the other two chapters, I suggest you do so. I'd love to hear from you, so feel free to leave a comment or send me an email. Enjoy! *************************** After making love in the desert, Alan and Marissa returned to the hotel. They held each other all night, overcome...
If you have never heard of Putaville, the capital of Povera, then you likely haven't read Mollie Buys a Brothel. You've never met Mollie Grossman, Jim Grinsted, or Ronaldo. You have no clue about the hi-tech, ten-storey building full of sex known as Lagarde's Hotel & Spa. So my advice to you is to go back and read Mollie Buys a Brothel, by JimGrinsted. B...