Authors Note, huge thanks to AwkwardMD for all of her support and editing on this story. Without her none of this would have been possible. Also huge thanks to Skull for helping to improve several sections and for advice on the chronology. Also, please, creating in a vacuum is hard. If you like (Or hate :) ) anything in this story then please let me know....
Everyone in the following fictional story is over 18: * It had been a long day at work and I just wanted to get home to my apartment to relax and put my feet up for a while. I pulled into the double garage I shared with my landlord, Mr. Perkins. As I started to get out of my car, my landlord suddenly appeared next to my car. He must have been in the garage...
"It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside." The opening line of Elton John's famous 1970 single "Your Song" is instantly recognizable; you immediately know what song is playing even if you don't know Elton John all that well. While the line describes the "butterflies in the stomach" sensation Elton feels about his love for someone, what many might not kn...
I recently got married and before I could bring in my wife, Rupa to the US, the worst recession in a while hit the country. Especially for folks like me on a contract the chances are looking pretty slim. But my wife made it through the consulate interview and we decided to brave it through and that she come stay with me in the US. I really missed her contour...
I have been friends with Nancy for a few years, and although there has always been some sexual tension between us, nothing has ever happened. Nancy does have a really cute friend, Zoe, whom I have always had a crush on. One night I was planning to meet Nancy for drinks and she asked me if it was okay if Zoe came along as well. I of course would not down turn...
42. Here I am. 42. What do I have to show for it? A now empty house in a nice neighborhood, boring cars that cost a lot of money, and a big pity-party that is the recently divorced and, in my mind, I'm the only one there. It was amicable. Probably euphoric for her. Half of everything, 50/50. Fair, I suppose, but was it really? Investments, the house, the t...
My head is spinning now, and as my uncle slowly pulls my panties down, I close my eyes dreading my fate! I watch as he pulls my case out from under the bed. He takes a key out of his trouser pocket and unlocks the padlock. "My god, how long have you had a key?!" "Vicky, surely you remember losing a key a little while ago. It fell out of your jeans when yo...
I wouldn't have even been in the fucking laundry room downstairs if it wasn't for George fucking Bush. Or was it Bill fucking Clinton? It could be that B. fucking Obama guy's idea of taking what I knew damned good and well was MY money and giving it to the fucking fat cat bankers that caused the goddamn problem in the first place? That doesn't matter, I...
Chapter 4 - South African Housewife January 5, 2019 I smiled as I closed the door behind Hannah, but not before noticing that Jenny Defoe's peep hole went from dark to light. It seemed that either Jenny or Gregory was curious about me and Hannah, or maybe they were just curious about who was just outside their door. I couldn't know for certain, so with a s...
A couple of weeks on and I still hadn't been allowed to watch Derek, our fat forty something landlord, fucking my eighteen year old girlfriend Sally. I was told to sit outside our bedroom door and listen as he fucked her every day and every night on our squeaky old bed. She'd lost interest in me sexually as well. We still cuddled and talked although I was...