Bob Brandt could not believe what he was hearing. For fifteen years he had worked his ass off trying to go places with his company and now, just as he had reached the pinnacle of success, a vice presidency, he was being told he might not even have a job come tomorrow. Matt Brown, president and CEO, looked at him and repeated: "That's the deal Bob. You get t...
Bob slept fitfully on the couch in his outer office, and when the sun came through the window with his name and the words “Private Investigator” lettered on it, he got up. He showered in his back room, changing the bandage on his shin as he did so. He put on a pot of coffee, and got dressed in a brown suit, blue oxford shirt, and red tie. No one would ever a...
Have you ever noticed that you can take a fool proof plan, toss a woman into the mix, and all bets are off? I guess all men should expect it when they get married. My plan was brilliant in its simplicity. My problem turned out to be complex. It involved predicting what my wife of 22 years would do. The economy was circling the bowl and sinking fast. My wife...
Authors note: If you are not familiar with Christina's story I would suggest that you read chapters one through three of Becoming a Slut Wife: Christina before you read this story. As in chapter three I am simply going to take our e-mail exchange and present it. Again, as I admitted at the beginning of chapter three, the woman "owns" me and it will come thro...
Chapter 1: "It was the Dog's Fault, Honest" Ned was Red again. His parents taught him to be nice person, to keep his calm and not show anger. Unfortunately, they never taught him how to deal with it. So he bottled it up inside and stored it in his liver, where it simmered and bubbled. Then, every six months like clockwork, he would explode and let it all o...
I had spent longer than usual in the shower. I wanted to make sure that I was as presentable as I could manage for my evening plans. I scrubbed myself pink all over in the hot torrents of water. Made sure I cleaned and rinsed my shoulder length brown hair and shaved every inch of my legs to the smooth finish that I enjoyed feeling so much. Happy that I was...
Tina made a final adjustment to her garter belt and nylons and then she stepped into her 4 inch "come fuck me" pumps. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror and thought, "Tina my love, you look like a slut, which I suppose is fitting, since that is what you have become." And then she giggled, "I am a slut and I love it." She and Bob had been marri...
It happened about twenty years ago, and it was, quite simply, the most intense sexual experience of my life. (Please allow me the courtesy of having changed names, not identifying the locale and dialogue as I remember it) I lived with my divorced mother a mile or two from where the suburbs gave way to the country, and right next to a small Baptist church. R...
It happened right after Sunday Service. Bob Smythe, he with what must certainly be the largest penis in the congregation, stood next to me at the coffee and donuts table. The room was full of parishioners dressed in their Sunday best. He filled a styrofoam cup with hot coffee and said something that surprised me. "I heard a rumor that a band we like is thin...
Bob offered me a drink, and motioned to me to sit down on the sofa in his living room. I asked for a beer, not wanting to get too drunk as I was already edgy from nerves and excitement. The room was atmospheric, moodily lit by just table lamps. Bob came back with two beers, one for himself too, and settled down on the sofa beside me. "Thanks. Nice house." I...