Day Seven Cherie Partridge wasn't the type of person to curse, but she was cursing today. She'd gone into the Le Petite Chou and Brandi must have hugged her twenty times for introducing her to Irina. Irina had thanked her in her own unique way. She was hoping to meet Thomas for lunch, but he had to meet with the "Turtledoves" for another event, then his...
I. We had been driving down the interstate for hours, with nothing but gray roads occupying my vision, and the sound of the radio blaring through the speakers of my dad's pick up truck keeping me awake. He seemed happier now that we were heading home, singing along to an old Beatles song with all the grace of fingers on a chalk board. I was tempted to ask...
Prologue Kathy O'Neil was in her back yard washing the cherry red '65 Mustang her late husband had purchased for her, and as usual, I couldn't take my eyes off her. The sun was shining, and the temperature had climbed past the century mark for the third straight day. It was the kind of heat that made you want to take all your clothes off, regardless of who...
This is my first published story so comments are appreciated. Parts of this story are true. ***** I'm a 33 year old married office manager. I never thought I'd cheat on my wife but I just couldn't resist "Her". In the office I manage it's myself, one other fulltime employee and a handful of part time employees. The "Her" I speak of is one of those part ti...
This is my first submission to any publication or website, but I have several more stories if this one is received well......enjoy It's a cold and rainy Saturday night as the limo takes the four of us home from a night at our favorite dance club. Though it is dark in our limo, the intermittent street light allows an occasional view of my lovely wife April i...
Outspoken feminist. Proud lesbian. Women's issues author. Staunch liberal. Title IX supporter. Women's rugby coach. Odd are the paths that led me to Allah, my brothers and sisters. My Christian name was Meredith Janet Hawthorne. My friends called me M.J. Recently I changed my name to Fatuma Al-Shabar. Changing my name to fully reflect my Muslim identity. I a...
Kristina woke up the next morning and began to get ready for work. She could not get the actions of the previous day out of her head! Her husband had already left for work so she was alone. Kristina laid back in her bed and began rubbing her nipples. She began to moan and slid one hand down to her pussy that was already wet from thinking about how she gave i...
This is the final chapter in the warehouse office tale. I have been asked to reveal more about the mysterious intruder, so here is my best shot. In truth, there is nothing I can really say about him. In my core archetype, he is never revealed. He always remains unknown, and that's where the unbearable sexual tension arises. You don't know who he is or how he...
The attendees of John St. Clair's extraordinary wedding to Kristina and the execution of his Will, duly congregated at the large dining room. A sumptuous cold buffet was laid out with more than enough food for all of them to enjoy. A hired server was circulating with a tray full of flutes of champagne for them to imbibe. Vickie pursuant to instructions from...
She stepped inside the hotel room they had agreed to meet at. Upon entering, she saw nothing but darkness, no sounds, nothing. She called out his name, "Shane!! Shane!! Where are you?" But, still, nothing. She opened the door again to make sure she had the right room. Indeed, she did, but where was Shane? In seconds, her question was answered when she sm...