I was finally headed home. Another day over with. The line for the bus was so long, I was hoping I will be able to get on this bus at least. Not that it matters, what was I rushing home too? There was no one there, just another lonely evening stretched ahead of me. Dinner in front of the TV again. It just sucked being alone all the time. Maybe I will stop...
I tremble as I drive. Your voice had been so forceful on the phone. "Get over here as quickly as you can," you had said. I am still learning about you and how to be in this relationship, so the tone of your voice threw me a little. Frightened me, is more like it. But I complied with your demand, as if something deep inside me was pushing me to get to you. I...
This is my first story. I've never written about any of my encounters before, until recently when I've been wanting to re-live them in my head. I thought it would be an interesting story. Any feedback would be appreciated. Enjoy :] --------------------------------------------- It feels like I haven't been used in ages. I'm too much of a scared sissy. I fi...
He was coming home, I could feel him, sense his bad mood. I tingled all over. Maybe he would be rougher than usual with me. The thought of being at his mercy turned me on so much I was already rock hard. I quickly tore my shorts off and laid on the bed, hands over my head. And waited. We have together for nearly 250 years already, he knew everything about m...
-Sage- I woke up the next morning and felt absolutely amazing. My body felt relaxed and stimulated at the same time, if that was even possible. I could not remember a time when I've ever felt more at peace with the world, that is, until I opened my eyes. Shane had his left arm and leg draped over my naked body, pinning me down. I felt the disgust grip my th...
We wiled away the day in my bed, on the covers, under the covers—at times completely tangled up in the covers. We laughed, and lusted, and loved. I can't look at my bed now without memories of him, of us, bringing a fresh hot shiver of desire through me. True to his word, that first time was truly an episode of lovemaking. There can be no other way to descri...
In a past life, my name was Christine McCain. I was born in the City of London, England, to a family that didn't really practice any religion. My mother Abigail Rosenberg comes from a Jewish background and my father James McCain comes from a Christian background. By the time they had me, they were both Atheists. I attended Cambridge College for Business Admi...
At 19, in my last year of high school, first I got pregnant and then I got married. Marrying me may have been the only honorable thing my husband ever tried to do. Just the other day, my husband was laid-off, again. With one kid to support and another on the way, our prospects didn’t look good. Telling me that it was time I got a job, he announced that he w...
It was 11 o'clock before we got to the hotel, both exhausted after the long day. I helped her unzip her wedding dress, and she eased out of it, seeming shy, somehow small. She crossed quickly to the other side of the bed, crouching down in front of her suitcase to retrieve her pajamas. She put them on before standing up. "I think you're beautiful," I told h...
First I want to take a moment and thank all of my loyal readers. Without your support, I probably wouldn't still be writing. Thank you for all the great emails and positive comments. I hope the stories are what you are looking for and that you enjoy the extension to this short story I wrote a while ago. This story deals with Cuckolding, Interracial sex, and...