He loved watching her bathe. She would not come to bathe every day, but when she did, she would usually come in the late morning, when her nephews joined their father out in the fields. A sigh of contentment escaped him as she reached up behind her to undo her long braid of shiny black hair, her delicate fingers separating the dark tresses, and then a prac...
This story was inspired by the title of the book, Spousonomics: Using Economics to Master Love, Marriage, and Dirty Dishes. I haven't read the book yet, so I can't comment on any similarities between the two works. -------------- Michael shifted beneath his shoulder bag as he checked his watch. He'd done so at least a dozen times during the five minutes h...
Walking towards the boys' room, Agnes was torn between relief over Dennis' taking responsibility, and some anxiety over where his newly found confidence would lead him. She had told him she didn't fear it but she had to admit she did. But only a little, for she did trust him, and he had been really distraught by Dick's reaction to his decisiveness. It was a...
While many couples can't seem to handle the complexities of an open marriage, the arrangement has worked fine for Allison and I. Perhaps it is because we are both bi and therefore almost automatically promiscuous and needing sex outside of wedlock for fulfillment or maybe because we have never had children and only have working and fucking on our agenda most...
It was a quiet night on campus as Jon walked to his truck. The wind picked up as he put the key in the door of the Suburban. He heard a noise behind him, as he had to force the key in the hole. Something seemed to be stuck in the lock. The wind blew colder as he felt someone or something grab him and the lights went out. The first thing Jon felt as he woke...
As we gazed into each others eyes I knew I had too know him more. Yes we were friends on the chatroom. But I knew we would and could be more. His touch was like a fire. I know he felt it to. I could see it in his eyes at the time of orgasm. We touched each other, and it was heaven. Our bodies touched multiple times in the next 5 hours. As daylight approached...
We've all got people that we can't stand. It's a universal thing. A part of the human condition. My name is Stephen Vladimir and this right here is the tale of a young black man who got revenge on his enemies for the abuses they visited upon him. It's my story. How I rid myself of these parasites and got myself a better life. The end starts now, folks. My w...
My youngest daughter married a small town guy who's never going to leave it. He's surrounded by parents, uncles, aunts, nieces, nephews and a bunch of friends he's had since grade school. I would hate to be in that spot with so many people involved with my life. I'm much more of a loner. But my daughter, now having lived there fifteen years, loves it, is ver...
"Where is Arvind?" the man at the door shouted. He must have been about seventy years old. He was wearing a shirt and a dhoti, which is a white cloth worn around the waist in South India and covers the lower part of the body all the way down to the toes. Saroja heard the noises outside and came rushing from the kitchen. Who was this asking for her husband s...
The world is a lusty and ravenous whore. Her chewing us up and spitting us out can't be prevented. Nothing can keep her from sticking her fangs into the ripest of us and sucking us dry. She fattens us for her slaughter; enriches us, lets us drink heartily from her breast until we are so full enough of happiness and contentment, that, when she comes to finall...