FAWC 2: An Extra Ticket (Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four "mystery ingredi...
It was sudden. Jonathan felt warm soft skin behind his head push him toward Kayla. Her right hand palmed it like a big, delicate, doll head. The bumps of the bones of her long phalanges were apparent to him at the same time her fingers grasped the back half of his head carefully. And just like that, the push brought his mouth in contact with her lips. Thic...
My stories are in chronological order. I encourage you to follow along and read these stories in this order as a prelude to this one: I Hire Monica The Maid Monica's First Day as My Maid Monica the Maid's Three Hole Day I Partner with Linda, A Salon Owner I Massage Monica the Maid Hot and Sexy Business Opportunities I Become a Therapeutic Instructor...
With gratitude and respect to Bob Seger. * She was perched on a stool at the end of the bar, absently surveying the lack of talent on the dance floor. It was still early in the evening and apparently not enough alcohol had been consumed to allow the dancers to exhibit any sense of rhythm whatsoever. She hoped some of her friends would show up soon, so they...
**Well, I suppose that anyone can get along - now and then - a little, anyway... O_o --------- Now that he was finally alone, Joshua got out of bed and walked to the "bathroom" for a minute before making his way to the coffeemaker. That had been a few minutes of mild torture – waking up with a full bladder, the erection from that, and not being able to do...
Saturday evening, Nov 25, 2028 My heart was fluttering when I drove up outside Kayla's. Their car was gone, obviously with Ethan to pick up my wife. I tried to tell myself that this was Kayla, our friend; that I wasn't nervous, wasn't scared, but it wasn't helping. This night had been brewing in my brain for months, growing in my imagination, ever since tha...
Another "Honey, We Have To Talk" Forward: I decided to write about a common theme here in Loving Wives. The wife begins a conversation with her husband saying a version of the phrase, "Honey, we have to talk" and all hell breaks loose. My venture into this fray resulted in two separate tales, as I debated which way that I wanted to take the story. It is no...
Ron woke up when he felt a pair of warm lips around his cock. He hardened quickly, his erection rising faster than his brain could climb out of its alcohol-induced stupor. "Where am I?" he thought. The floor on which he lay seemed to tilt and spin. Ron was drunk, and someone was giving him a blowjob. Someone who loved dick. Ron had been sucked lots of times...
For the past several years I've played in a co-ed soccer league, something I said I'd never do in my younger days. But I've discovered over the years that playing sports with girls can be a lot of fun, and recently that fun level hit a new gear. The team had just won an intense match on a hot day and several of us decided to go to a local watering hole to c...
Introduction This is a bit of a departure from what I normally write. I hope you enjoy it. Whether you do or not, please rate the story. Your feedback is always welcome. Maximillian Chapter One - Club Noceur The night it happened Kayla Burch was sitting at her favorite table at 'Club Noceur'. The club, although new, had already gained a reputation as one...