"How was Juliette on the weekend? She told me she saw you." Madelyn took a long slurp from the straw of her chocolate milkshake, swirling the last of it around the bottom of the glass. "Such class, Madelyn. Can take you to all the best places," remarked Adam, leaning over to wipe a chocolatey dribble from her chin. "Did she tell you she stayed the night? My...
It's late afternoon and its been raining on and off all day. I like the rain, so the drizzle doesn't bother me, but most people are huddled under umbrellas or running from cover to cover. I run my hand through my hair shaking out the water and what has been left behind from the haircut I just received. I wipe my hand on my jeans and start making my way acros...
Note: Although you can read all chapters by themselves, we recommend that you start reading in the order of the chapters, as this is a saga of love, humiliation, pain and pleasure that benefits from being read in the proper order. Hope you enjoy it and like to share your comments. ***** I thought I would get a quiet, restful day. Mary was gone to work and...
This is one of those stories that started heading in one direction and then chucked a left and went off on a tangent. It fits into several different genres; there is some incest, some non-consent/reluctance, even a hint of group sex, but at the end of the day the over-riding story is a romance. It is also an exploration of social mores (what's new?) and I...
Martin was away all weekend on a friend's stag-do and Olivia was coming to stay over with us on Saturday night. The long summer had been fantastic and it was still hovering around 30c every day and sunny right into early evening, so we'd definitely all be doing some sunbathing, with any luck. Olivia was meant to be coming over late afternoon as Juliette...
Attention shoppers: our restroom facilities will be temporarily unavailable while one of our Hypermart Associates scrapes the semen out of the grout. We pride ourselves in consistently achieving high standards of tidiness and we apologize for any inconvenience. *** I came for the ripe fruit. Juliette, my wife, had awoken that morning with a wild longing fo...
[Author's note and the story so far: Sorry to have been away for so long. I got a story request from a publisher and had to prioritize it to meet the deadline. I'll also confess to allowing some of the criticism here to undermine my enthusiasm. But ultimately, I decided I can't let the naysayers derail things for Simon and Leyna or for those who are enjoying...
Larry diMedea was deeply involved in a report for his firm when his wife Juliette stuck her head into his home office. She held a phone to her ear, "Honey," she said, "it's a booty call from Scotty Birnbaum. You want to come and watch?" Larry raised his head with a grin. "I'd love to. You know how much it turns me on watching you get fucked. Unfortunately,...
Author's note: Special thanks to Ardon G. Fowl, Jack Gwen, Reversal, Swedish Millionaire, and VC whose contributions made this chapter possible. Enjoy the chapter, and as always, please don't hesitate to leave a comment! I love hearing from my readers, so don't hesitate to tell me what you loved, hated, or what you'd love to see more of in the future. :D *...
The bell rings and he looks up, it is a slice of upstairs, downstairs. He is elbow deep in suds and sheets but wipes his hands and rolls down his sleeves, scoops up the gold cufflinks bought for his last, landmark birthday by her and climbs the stairs. "Yes, Ma'am." He appears in the doorway to the long library. In the windows, the spring sunlight is fleck...