The following is a sequel to deepemerald's The Affair, an erotic couplings story which should frankly be in the loving wives genre. The cliff-hanger conclusion earned deepemerald quite a bit of flak and eventually a follow up was not pursued. Again, the story had me in knots and the following story is a response. Thanks to my early readers whose suggestion...
I had known Duke since basic. We had met my first day in the Marine Corp just after our first run down from our drill instructor and seventeen hours of pure hell. We hit it off right away and became fast friends. Duke was a big guy, built like a tank just like I was and swarthy skinned, Italian I think but with a name like Duke who could know. Anyway he di...
Author’s note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his newest girlfriend a few manners while enjoying a few adventures – sexual and otherwise – along the way. James Mark Masterson. Just you...
Thursday – Paris to Nice The next morning was a whirlwind as James and Jasmine met early for breakfast and prepared to depart Paris for Nice. Henri met them under the porte cochere – the same place he had dropped them off only a few short days ago – and they sped through the early morning Paris traffic to Gare de Lyon where they would board the TGV train to...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
Author's Note: Many thanks to everyone that took the time to comment, rate, or email me about the story, you're all superstars! I apologize deeply for taking so long to post this chapter; I've been busy, busy, busy, and my tardiness bugs me more than I can say. I wanted to post this as soon as I'm finished writing it, so I didn't proofread it, and I want...
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CHAPTER ELEVEN. SATURDAY. The boules competition with a thunderous ending - and another flight. The next day after lunch the three of them walked together down to the square, Tim feeling much better than he had a right to, after last night's debauch. Sab had been very good to him that morning, making him swallow a raw egg beaten with Worcester sauce, whic...
Markus leaned back in his chair, stretching out. Finally done with that damn paper, he thought. Standing, he walked around the room a couple of times, then decided that he really needed to get out. He had been cooped up in the damn room since coming back from class before lunch, and had not left since. Even the air tasted stale to him. But all his work was d...
Foreword: Ok, this isn't what I usually write in this category. No, it isn't a cucktale, and will probably piss off the cucks and wife sharers big time. Ask me if I give a shit. :) This one could go in several different categories, but I'm publishing it in LW. You've been warned. I officially relinquish any responsibility for any complaints that come my...