It looked like being just another dull day at the office as I sat at my desk, working my way through a pile of paper and wishing I could have stayed at home. I’d left early that morning to get a good start on the day, leaving my wife sleeping. We’d both been so busy that we’d had no sex for a week or more, and as she lay there face down on the bed, panties...
At this point, the woman whom Angelique had pointed out to me earlier as being the distant cousin of my uncle Pierre stood up and addressed the angry girl. "Did it ever occur to you, young woman," said Charlotte, "that Mr. Villon's inhibitions might prevent him from succumbing to your will?" This question, hurled at my cousin from out of nowhere, and from...
As if your vote is my applause, please vote for my story. There are no characters under the age of 18-years-old in this story. My Wife Is No Longer My Lover, Ch. 01 At opposite ends of the spectrum, with neither compatible with the other, the perverted, voyeur accountant marries the whore, exhibitionist librarian. "He created them from the beginning and...
Rebecca may not be old in years, but she has formed some definite ideas about life. Men, she is convinced, are all simpletons. Some may be kind, some less so: some may even be clever simpletons: but they all keep their brains between their legs. As such they are all cash cows – to be milked, both metaphorically and literally. Women are slightly more complic...
Things could not have worked out better for Jesse during his Aunt Amanda's visit. That Tuesday he did not have school as it was an in-service day for the teachers. Tuesday evening were the parent-teacher conferences. After school on Monday and through the evening hours, Jesse and his aunt were stealing glances at each other. He admired her shapely body and w...
L Dalitha and Salim were wrapped together in Salim's bed: Dalitha's dark, small body entangled in Salim's chocolate, long lithe frame, legs intertwined, breast on breast, sweat dripping onto sweat. Dalitha was again exhausted but still insatiable, a young appetite for sex that Salim found very difficult to keep up with. She could still taste the slightly so...
This story is entirely fictional. Upon his return from a business trip to the States, Tom Cassavettes was determined to seek out Fiona Napier, his long time on/off lover. He wanted to settle things once and for all after missing her dreadfully while he was away, and desperately needing to discover whether she might reconsider her previous opposition to thei...
The summer had come and gone, without any memories or stories to share. All that mattered now was going back home; packing and getting my ass back to college for my last year. I had been away from home the entire summer, driving from town to town shopping around for a grad school that would suit me. I had two weeks to get home to Georgia, pack my stuff and b...
Craig Lundquist was finding it difficult to go to sleep. He wasn't thinking about the "Long Shots" training he was about to undergo the next morning and all that it entailed. Nor was he thinking so much about his tremendous attraction for Holly McKenzie, although he did try, but in vain, to dispel the images crowding his troubled mind with thoughts of her. W...
All the characters in this story are fictional; any resemblance to anyone alive, or dead is simply just uncanny. All characters in this story are 18 years or older. Ryan checked the list again. Everyone had headed to Missoula the previous evening, Uncle Bill, Aunt Suzanne, Jessi, Becky, Stan, and their parents. Uncle Bill had left him a list of chores that...