As the phone rang, Ted counted. One, two, three, four, five then ended the call. Kylie didn't answer neither had she answered the previous ten times he had called in the past week. Ted ran his hand through his thick brown hair. His fit tallish frame seemed hunched over as he sat down on his bed to figure out what he would do next. It was difficult. He didn't...
Hello! I'm Paul, Chloe's husband, and this is the third account we've written about her adventures as a "Loving Wife." If you haven't read the first two installments, I'll quickly go over what you need to know. Chloe has straight brown hair that she used to wear short. She's let it grow, and now it's just above her shoulders. It's a different look, but st...
Lois Tillman, who taught English at Jamestown High, approached the beginning of the new school year with considerable apprehension. She was still wracked by guilt because one night during the summer she'd let her emotions get out of control and slept with one of her students. After that day, she assiduously avoided the young man, whose name was Bobby Draper....
Hello, first time for me, so if my writing is off the wall, or not to your liking its cool, to each their own I suppose. Married forever and all has been well except for the bedroom. Sex was like most couples, at least for me hot and frequent. I guess after 20 years things can become a little routine. Guessing its always best to change the names to protect t...
Chapter 1: Mary I don't know what it is with me, but I have a thing for married women. Put me in a room full of good-looking women with one of them being married and I'll home in on her every time. She wouldn't even have to be the best looking woman in the room, it wouldn't matter at all. I'd still be drawn to her like iron filings to a magnet. +++++ I ha...
I was at my boyfriend's place. It was the first time I'd been there as this was a relatively new boyfriend. We'd only been out a few times and I'll admit I was still in the process of making up my mind about him. Not that he wasn't a very nice guy. He was. Possibly a little too nice. Or maybe he was bending over backward to be nice to me because he was tryi...
A makeshift frame, this was a spur of the moment thing. While she was at work, he cleaned the garage and found some PVC pipe, the primer and cement to glue it together, some pin hinges, and some zip ties. He measured as best he could, guessing at what he was building in relation to her size. She was short, only five foot, one-half inch, and in most cases cou...
The brakes on the CTA bus screeched as Maggie's stop came up, just as they did every day, year after year. The late spring day had turned dark and cold as brisk winds whipped through the trees sending a chill down her back. Maggie grabbed her coat and tightened its collar around her neck as she walked the four blocks to her home. It was Friday; the start of...
Thomas glanced over his shoulder, a bit surprised to find Abby holding the box of chocolates still unopened in her lap. "I didn't spike them, if that's what you're worried about," he assured her while he kicked off his pants. "Oh, I wasn't worried," said Abby, suppressing a grin. "I just didn't want to miss watching you undress." "Ah!" Thomas climbed onto...
My name is Keith Ray. A tall, good-looking black man in his early twenties. I have a secret to share with you. I've got no conscience whatsoever. People don't understand me. I've been called everything from functional psychopath to cunning sociopath. I call myself a Free Spirit. A man who does what he wants and lets no one hold him back. Currently, I'm imper...