I'd like to thank Matt Moreau for his feedback and help in editing this story. If you're looking for a story with a lot a graphic sex and one which the husband kicks his wife to the curb, move on to the next one. * My wife has either got to be the most loving and caring wife in the world or the stupidest mother-fucking slut that ever walked the face of th...
Author's note-I would like to thank my editor, eluckenbach, for his assistance, wonderful suggestions and a little male prospective. Thank you for everything. Please take the time to vote and/or leave a comment and let me know what you think. If you enjoyed this story and would like to see how Maggie and Craig first met, then you might be interested in rea...
Lots of straight men, and more than a few lesbians, envied John his friendship with Hiromi. The two of them were seen so often together in public, at movies and shows or just cruising around, that nearly everyone assumed they were a couple. But they weren't, John readily admitted when asked. They had a language exchange going, Japanese and English, and they...
There is something about Joan that most men find irresistible. Her long raven hair past her shoulders, lovely dark green eyes. Her voice almost sounds like she is purring. That body of hers is as "beautiful as any woman in playboy." Joan never is with out a male companion. You see very few females around her, they just don't seem to like her very much. Joa...
Andrea stepped quietly up from the cabin onto the after deck well. The clouds had come in like a blanket over the moon, underlit by the streetlights of Split. Masts and bobbing small craft could be made out around her in the dimness. She stowed her armload of towels in the PFD bin and rigged the ladder, fuming and despairing alternately. They demanded her s...
I pulled out of the parking lot at the office in the dark. It was getting dark quickly as December began to take hold. I made my way to the tavern. It was time for Happy Hour that cold Wednesday evening. My cell phone rang as I pulled into the tavern's parking lot. I hit the speaker on the phone without looking at the number and immediately, Jennifer asked,...
Valentine was comfortably snuggled against Whistling Bear's back, her arms wrapped around his powerful torso. She had tucked her feet back, trying to keep them away from the straps and bags of gear that hung from his shoulders. A great quiver hung at his hip, filled with heavy arrows. He carried his bow in his hand as he made his way through the forest at a...
So after going through post-first draft depression, here's part 2. Hope you like it, I know I didn't. It should be said that there is a scene out there with maybe/maybe not watersport. It's actually very mild and really up to you to decide if it is or not. (Author's hint: it's not! I'm not into that shit, you weirdo!) And DISCLAIMER: All the famous names...
(Hey Anne, ha ha ha.) Chapter 1 After two weeks spent literary with each other, Mel invited Edi for supper at her flat. She went to get her hair done, prepared her favorite meal, and had spent an eternity putting on make up and dressing. She decided on a short, flowery deep cut dress, which left a generous amount of cleavage showing, but had a touch of cla...
The following story includes transgender characters, Domination/submission and derogatory terms used to humiliate. If this offends you please do not read any further. Feedback on my stories is always appreciated. ***** All Ron could think about while he stared into her sultry eyes with their smoky dark eyeshadow was, how lucky I am that I am a faggot....