NOTE-- Same caveat and general sucking-up, dear readers. Family demands are still moderate to severe and writing time minimal, so this is again an early draft. Most of the basics, but stuff like period-appropriate language suffers. Mea culpa, adiuta fortuna. Grovelling, etc, etc. I also got carried away with the sex scenes, which slightly screwed up the orde...
***This story is dedicated to my real 'Francis'. My name is Dawn. I was born and raised in New Orleans, Louisiana to a very strict, religious, Catholic family. My father (who was actually southern Baptist but brought us to mass anyway) was physically and emotionally abusive to me and my older brother after our mother died when I was six. We dealt with it in...
There is this presumption that exists between most married couples in America. "Oh, my husband/wife would never understand my interest in ___________," and the blank is filled in with some sort of sexual behavior that is supposedly too extreme, arguably too outside the very conservative, frigid boundaries of their spouse for him or her even to wrap their min...
The characters and events of this story are purely the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidence. This story is a sequel to Katrina in the Sun. My thanks to those readers who have voted for the first story and for their comments. This sequel is the result of requests for a continuation of the sto...
Be warned that this story has in it cheating, manipulation, lying, cuckoldry, big cock worship, unfairness, humiliation, and a character that is tricked into a gay sexual experience. ***** My girlfriend and I embarked on our dream vacation this summer. A full week in tropical paradise. We arrived pretty late the first night. The locale was beautiful even...
To those of you who follow my work, thank you in advance. Dawn, once again, great job and I'll get number 5 to you quickly so you don't have to wonder. Please don't forget to leave me love notes at the end. Situation Room, CIA Headquarters, Langley Virginia. Jack Richards sipped at the cold coffee as his eyes traveled back and forth between two large scr...
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I was not, in fact, certain that the esterwine wouldn't affect my ability to load the dishwasher, and if it was anything like the vampire-strength brand, it definitely would. So I cleaned up the kitchen, reminded again of how very naked I was under my loose robe when a droplet of water flicked onto my neck and began to slide unimpeded down my chest. I cinche...
Caution: wife sharing story ahead! If this subject is not your thing, please do not read any further and please demonstrate enough maturity not to comment. I'm most interested in feedback from fans of this genre. I met Janine back in nineteen-ninety-nine, she was twenty-one, I was a crazy twenty-six, and we both happened to be at a weekend river bash on Lak...
This story goes back to when there were no mobiles and no internet or e-mail, so "Dating" personal adverts were largely confined to newspapers, with voicemail for a prerecorded message to be heard and responded to. Telephone kiosks abounded, too. In the UK they had closing doors and were made up of tiny, thick, near-vandal-proof panes of glass and had heavy,...