El despertador estalla en un chillido metálico, vibrando en la mesita de noche como si intentara huir de su propia existencia. Karen abre los ojos de golpe, su ceño fruncido antes siquiera de estar del todo despierta. Con un gruñido, estira un brazo musculoso y lo apaga de un manotazo firme, casi lanzándolo al suelo. Suspira y se sienta en el borde de la cam...
Chapter 17 The RMS Etruria -- NY to Liverpool The next morning while I was shaving, Dennis strolled into the bathroom, tossed the newspaper on the top of the commode and announced, "No ballgame for us today." "What happened?' I asked, and nicked my neck with my Gillette razor. "My source for today's tickets got himself arrested," he pointed to the headli...
I met James Dennis at a nearby café and, after coffee and doughnuts; we walked two blocks to the train station and waited for the train to arrive. I should take a moment to describe Mr. James Dennis to the reader. He was a tall, well-favored young man, dressed to the nines in tight-fitting dark brown slacks which were pegged at the cuffs in the current fas...
Mark suggests they stop off and pick up something for Freddy. "We can't show up empty-handed." "You're right. What's on the menu?" Jenni asks. "I don't know, but I know it's a big production, whatever it is. He's been planning something special for a few days," says Lizbeth. "He's so good! Maybe we can bring him flowers? People do that for hosts, right?"...
Chapter 16 The Sisters I came out of the shower drying my hair. On the radio Martin Block was signing off with his signature recording of Glenn Miller & the Modernaires, Make Believe Ballroom Time. Dennis inhaled deeply from his cigarette and let the smoke out slowly, watching it spiral upward. "Hurry it up, the girls are in the lobby," Dennis said cal...
I was undecided in which category posts this story because it could have been posted in several of them; the story has incest-taboo, group sex, erotic couplings, first time and lesbian sex. But I decided to post it in the Loving wives category, because that's what is it. Is the story of a loving wife giving her husband a chance to make their dreams come true...
This story has some elements in common with a story I recently published in another category that was sparsely viewed, so if you're one of the few who read it don't freak out and think that this is plagiarized. This story has many different elements however. ************** I'm Brian Rector; I had been married to Melissa Rector nee Zachery for 23 years at...
NOTICE: I have officially left this site. This story has been locked and will not be continued. Dry Garden is a rural town on the Pacific coast of California. Once possessing a burgeoning economy from a massive furniture industry, the small town has largely diminished in economic power thanks to the furniture makers moving elsewhere and a newly-erected shop...
Blissfully happy and terrified is not a usual combination, except possibly on a roller coaster, but that is how I feel right now. Blissfully happy that I am now owned. Terrified of what my new owners are expecting of me. They tempted me into their fold gradually but have now locked the gate behind me and, for me most unexpectedly, I am content to become thei...
This story is really weird; I didn't intend it to be when I started it, but it got a mind of its own. If you don't like weird you shouldn't read it, and comments that it is weird (or any synonym thereof, such as creepy, eerie, bizarre, or strange) will be redundant. ************** When I was in Las Vegas on my eighteenth birthday after just graduating Hig...