Prologue: The following is the first in what will be a long series. At least three installments, most likely more once I'm done documenting everything. What transpired at the time was too lengthy to even think about publishing in a single narrative so please bear with it. Thank you. As always, comments are welcome as long as they are constructive. * Out...
Why am I not satisfied? I have a great husband. By great, I mean he loves me with every breath he takes. I certainly love him now and have loved him for many years. He provides the majority support for our family. The girls love him. He is a great person to be around. Neighbors don't hesitate to ask his help with anything to do with computers and believe me...
"How? Is it really possible?" Gina wondered in disbelief. A tiny niggle of a feeling at the back of her mind had started months ago. She had been refusing to allow it to come into the light. Despite this, the niggle had blossomed. It had started with a seedling of a friendship. That friendship had not only grown but blossomed. She had been trying hard to br...
Danial got up from his plush padded office chair and walked down the hall toward the meal room to make a coffee. He could have had one of the secretary's do it for him but he needed to stretch his legs. In the hall were some of his many staff coming and going as they performed the tasks of running his business. One such was Stacy from accounts and he stopp...
She had always hated hospitals. The last time there was an old uncle who had died did not even know. She was only ten years old, but that smell pungent and slightly sweet was left in the nostrils for weeks, as well as had remained in his ears the words and the tears of relatives, close the pain of loss. But now everything was different. She was 26 years old,...
This exchange of messages between husband (in italics) and wife was found on an unlocked cell phone left on an airplane. Someone may have burned their thumbs creating this: W—Are you there? H—Yes. W—What are you doing? H—Sitting in SBUX. I should be working on the novel but I'm blocked. W—So tell me a dirty story. You never seem to block on those. :) M...
Streams of rainwater flowed relentlessly across the cracked grey pavement towards the gutters, reflecting the pale glare of the streetlights. This had once been a busy street in a buzzing and vibrant northern English town, whose textile mills produced high fashion garments for export world-wide. But Carbington was now a broken relic of a bygone era, its hea...
If you have the time you can e-mail me at the address in my profile and tell me what you thought. * * * * * John Andrews has quite a nice life. He works as a financial manager for a heavy weight boxer. He earns quite a good living doing this, but he has always spend his money rather quickly so he has always needed more of it. In his personal life he's hap...
Author's remarks: I wrote a story titled 'The Santa Claus Suit.' For those who haven't read it I will give a short synopsis here. A big thank you to Mistress Lynn for her fine editing but I take all responsibility for any errors. I never know when to leave well enough alone. This is a stand-alone story of Ross and Bud's life after doing Ross's ex-wife at a H...
She was bent forward over her desk, skirt pushed up to her waist and her thong in a pile around her right ankle as I pushed my hard cock into her from behind. She had a file folder gripped between her teeth to keep her from crying out and letting everyone in the outer office know what was happening to her. I gripped her hips and drove hard into her wanting t...