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Chapter 6 The phone rang early, it had been a few days and she was sure her lover was dying to know if she was in fact going to meet him. She pulled the covers over her head and sighed dramatically. "What am I going to do?" Her body was already at attention, her nipples hard, her sex throbbing she wanted him so badly it hurt. But she couldn't answer the p...
She always knew that it would come to this. Stephan had been talking about it for the last two years; he wanted to go to Paris to pursue his dream as an artist. Now he's seeing it through. She had hoped that he would find what he wanted here, but deep down she knew that he had to go. That is why Kylie Smith stood next to the gate for the flight to Paris, say...
You present yourself to me for our night out. You look divine in your short black and white cocktail dress, skirt flared, flirtatious neckline with most pleasing sightlines to your cleavage, and a hint of rosy nipple if you are not careful. High heeled white pumps, white stocking ending where?, your hair as gorgeous as always, your perfume intoxicating. Pear...
Note to the anonymous letter writers ... if you don't like what I write then don't read it. If you do enjoy them, I thank you for your comments. * None of my stories is set in the current times ... I really am an old fart and I can't take those little magic pills. Therefore, there is no possibility of "new" adventures. Of course, writing about past adventu...
You present yourself to me for our night out. You look divine in your short black and white cocktail dress, skirt flared, flirtatious neckline with most pleasing sightlines to your cleavage, and a hint of rosy nipple if you are not careful. High heeled white pumps, skin coloured stocking ending where?, your hair as gorgeous as always, your perfume intoxicati...
It was, you told me, the final straw. The moment when you knew that things would never be the same again. It was late at night when you called me to tell me that you had made that life-changing discovery. The discovery that, despite all your husband's protestations that he was too 'busy' or 'tired' to pay attention to your needs, he was actually having an af...
Dear Readers: Thank you for your feedback. It has helped me make my stories better. And to those of you who get mad at cuck stories -- ask yourselves why. I appreciate your many suggestions. * It had been almost two months since Carol and I started our relationship with Ray. Every Friday night he arrived, having told his wife, Joan, he was going to his lo...
All of my writing is fiction and the stories and characters are all products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always...
AN: This is a work of fiction. ***** "Entshuldigung, ist dieser Platz frei?" My hands slipped from my book and it fell to the floor. I was reading a travel guide when I was interrupted by a warm, baritone voice. A young man in his early twenties was standing along the open door of the train compartment that I occupied. I didn't catch what he said since i...