"How about Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes?" Mr. Morris looked up from his expense report and scowled at Larry, his assistant. "Absolutely not. Out of the question." Larry frowned. "Why not?" "I don't want that scientologist freak around me. Bored me half to death talking about his newfound religion at last year's Cannes Film Festival. Who's next on the list?...
Thank you for all the comments on my previous stories. This one came to me after seeing a story in which a bride dumped her groom upon finding out he had slept with her mother the week before the wedding. I took a different approach. It does include a woman having sex with a man other than her husband (although it is not described in great detail) so it sh...
Introduction: How many of you have ever played Pea Pool? Or maybe Pill Pool or Kelly Pool? It's a fun game that was once outlawed in the State of Wisconsin. This story involves two couples having fun with a pool table in one of their basements. Warning though...the game gets a little complicated because the players have secret balls that the others are tryin...
So that's why she didn't come to the funeral—didn't even acknowledge my letter—Penny thought. She put her forehead to the cold glass in the window overlooking the village street, gazing with a detached vision at the blanket of early December snow, which was covering the street and narrow front garden with a lovely covering of white. But Penny wasn't fooled...
MILLIE GETS EVEN WITH HER CHEATING HUSBAND * Readers please be advised, the story 'Life in the Redneck Town of Panhandle in 1969' is written using Redneck slang, quotes, incorrect Hillbilly grammar, and terms relevant to the year 1969. DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in the series 'Life in the Redneck Town of Panhandle in 1969' are fictitious, as the...
This is a revamped story from my previous username "newfavorite" I changed this one a lot. There is a lot of buildup to this story, in the end the predominant theme is humiliation and revenge, there is very little sex. I have already started on a sequel, but I don't know if this story necessitates it. ***** ***I: Two Lovers In Rags*** Into the Wicked King...
I woke up around 4 AM, having had the first nights sleep in a bed in over 2 weeks. I felt good, I fumbled around and found my cigarette fixins, poured some tobacco in a paper and rolled in the dark. I’ve done it most my life that way, either in the saddle or waking up. I thought about last night, my pecker already hard from needing to relieve myself, I scrat...
My name is Peter, and I am probably not a sex robot. I can distinctly remember not being a sex robot. I had kids, a job which was only about 85% unpleasant, a house, a car. Granted, the website does say "Every FuckBuddy[TM] comes with its own unique backstory!" And the website did have a picture of me on it, shirtless, with SOLD! blazoned across it. And Trud...
I was sitting at the table with Trudy and Retta. In that respect it was much like earlier that morning. One difference was that we were snacking on mango slices instead of drinking coffee. Another was that Millie was lying on the grass behind us, handcuffed to the bottom of the drainpipe. "I'm going to kill you bitches!" she yelled, and rattled her handcuf...
Millie sipped at her coffee as she settled back into bed. She opened her E-Book to read while awaiting a phone call from her sister Becky. The two ladies were widows, having lost their husbands in a traffic accident when returning from a hunting trip. That had happened four years prior and they were just returning to a more normal life after the gnawing grie...