I am 42 years of age and from Singapore where there's lots of Indians, Paki and Bangladesh come to work. My husband of 15 years, is an agent supplying foreign workers to construction companies and me sort of helping him as a secretary cum accounts. He is mildly mannered when he is sober but when he had too much to drink, he would sometimes abused me which as...
Chapter 4: Lawrence It was a cloudy autumn afternoon when they set out. Lawrence was still brooding after his capture by the slavers. How had they managed to bring him down? He knew they had suppressed his Shaping somehow, but how? And why didn't it work on the boy? It was a close call, he knew that much. He didn't want to, but now he had to study the s...
I'm in my late-50s, fit and height/weight proportional. Yes, some gray hair, too. During a bad divorce I decided to "get out there" and explore the swinging lifestyle. So, last summer I made a profile on one of the popular Swinging dating sites. I meet up with a number couples and quickly came to a major realization, I prefer married ladies. Married women ar...
Brett was becoming frustrated with his wife of five years. First it had been all about showing Jan what a gentleman he was and taking her out the old fashioned way. They got to know each other but Jan was slow to come out of her shell. Brett still wondered if there was more he could have done to make her let loose more and give in to the sexual pleasures he...
I wake to a warm ray of sun filtering through the dusty window blinds onto my face and within an instant am struck by the fact that maybe those last couple shots from the previous night were not a good idea. A need for water and aspirin is immediately apparent, but hasty movements are out of the question as well. Better to ease into a hangover. I stretch my...
This story is a work of fiction intended for adults only. Any similarities between characters and events in the story and the real world are either incidental or have been put there to increase the suspension of disbelief and would certainly not be admissible in any kind of court. I hope you enjoy this story and any and all comments are truly appreciated,...
June Walker, college senior, was in her aunt's backyard, taking a shower, when she heard someone say "Fuck." The sound was faint, almost a gasp, barely heard over the running water. She froze, cold fear crawled up her spine. An intruder, probably that creep Cody Hall (who, deep inside she grudgingly admitted, wasn't actually too creepy [despite his voyeuri...
It's another cold dreary day, the kind that begs one to stay indoors. The windows are frosted ...the land is white. Its Sunday...and there is no place that one must be. "What to do?" ...The eternal Sunday kind of question. As we wake slowly snuggled under the blankets my eyes are drawn to the muted morning light that streams through the window. The snow is f...
As Cecelia is sitting on the stiff bed staring at the dingy white hotel sheets, she can't help but to feel embarrassed about what she is about to do. She wraps her arms around her quivering stomach as she tries to put thoughts of being discovered out of her racing mind. Did she plan the event well enough? Was she even sure that this would be worth the risk...
Thank you for all the on-going feedback from the previous story in this series. Hope you enjoy this next chapter. 5s and positive feedback are always appreciated. I also like the feedback that helps me improve my writing. Thank you those that have helped in that regard. ***** I came to in a world of pain, face down on the carpet of my new bedroom. At least...