I looked at her like she was some alien life form as my mind digested what she'd said to me over dinner. She had waited until the fresh baked apple pie was cut and then she had hit me with it. "There is no easy way for me to do this so I'll go right at it. The kids are gone. I've been a damned good wife, mother and homemaker for the last twenty-four years....
My wife of seven years started to come home late after her job several evenings a week. She told me the girls in her insurance office started a club called the W.A.W.C. Club. The club consisted of about 20 or so women from her company. About half worked in Carol's immediate office. Carol told me the acronym stood for 'Women After Work Collation Club'. It was...
The following chapter is a new version. Aspects in this story have altered. The following story is my personal work, fiction and not related to real-life events or people. Characters are over 18. DO NOT COPY. Summer is January, February, and December Autumn is March, April, and May Winter is June, July, and August Spring is September, October, and Novemb...
Another Winter Holidays Contest Entry. Please vote! This is a story using my characters from my Bored Fran and Fran's Further Adventures series. It stands alone and you do not need to read the others to follow along but feel free to do so if you wish. There are elements of BDSM in the story but it is in no way a BDSM story. Jim-43, Friend of Fran and John,...
Please vote. Please give me the support or your vote. Please vote. * Part Four: Liz makes 13 porn Films in Amsterdam Love at first sight, Liz met her husband, Mitch, at a swinger's, house party in 1977 and they were married eight months later. Obviously Cupid's arrow struck him in the heart in the way it pierced Liz's heart too. Thirty-eight years later,...
Diane watched as the remaining bath water swirled down the plughole. Once the bath was fully emptied, she took a deep breath and wrapped a towel around her body before heading through to the bedroom to continue getting ready for her date. Her new fiancé, Rick had made an agreement that she could decide on her outfit for the date as long as he got to choose t...
Actually that's not quite accurate. She'd clearly been home during the day. The bedroom closet was missing some of her clothes, the dresser drawers were wide-open, and two suitcases were missing from the closet. Downstairs on the kitchen table were her wedding ring and her engagement ring, which had been my great-grandmother's. And a note, which said, "I tr...
Allie and Jack entered The Yolkery, the city's trendiest breakfast stop, to find the usual throngs of hip young couples waiting in long lines for their egg white omelets and fruit platters. "Aww, honey, the line is so long again!" Allie whined to her fiancé putting a big pout on her luscious red lips. "Well, we could go someplace else. I'm starving," Jack...
This is a prelude to the "Destroy and rebuild series." The making of Dr Knock-Boots Chapter 1: Criminal energy. Jason, or Jay, as everyone called him, was born in Africa, of an African American mum and an African dad. At the age of ten, Jay moved to the US with his mum and sister. They lived in the QB, in NYC. His mum worked as a school teacher and thus...
Note: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember: This is a Novel 82. A Dress Rehearsal It was bound to happen sooner or later, but with...