Thank you for your comments, ideas, thumbs up and down - they drive more of these stories and are very much appreciated. For readers that have read previous chapters, welcome back. If you are picking up this story for the first time, I try and write so you can jump in at any part. Sometimes more successfully than others. Either way, glad you clicked. Hop...
To Readers: There is some wife sharing involved with absent husband's approval. If this upsets you, DON'T READ! If derogatory ANONYMOUS comments are posted concerning cheating wives, they will be DELETED! ***** I got off the phone with Lisa's husband, Al Nottingham and was smiling from ear to ear. She hurried over to me; "So tell me, what did he tell you,...
Thanks to the Hip and Knee doctor for editing assistance. There is no sex in this story. Sorry. It was one of those Sunday mornings when I just had the urge to go to Home Depot and kill time. I know, I should have been in church, but this was a hell of a lot more fun. I didn't really need anything, but since I hated golf, this was the best alternative. I...
Helen brought herself back from that other place she had been. She had told herself to do this now, at this time, and she did it. It was a technique that Mistress had taught her, a way to remove herself mentally from what was being done to her. At the same time it seemed to allow time to pass much faster. Helen was in a place that was totally black and sile...
Chapter 6- Some New Blood The next time I met up with Lynn, she seemed very light-hearted and giddy almost. She had a certain carefree air about her that I really liked. We met behind the sheds and she was almost bouncy. Wearing low-cut jeans and a tight white shirt with no bra, she was positively breathtaking to behold. "Thanks for coming, sport!" she s...
This was supposed to be a three or four chapter story, but I suck at estimating how long a story is going to be. It was supposed to be a one part epilogue as well, but again, I suck. Finally, I promised we would be up to Valentines Day a couple epilogues back, but I am only up to Wednesday of the same week. Again, I suck. I don't know how long its going to b...
Caitlyn held the phone up, keeping her eyes on the road, and said, "Okay. Period. I'm. On. My. Way. E. T. A. Twenty. Minutes. Period. Send." She had to hope that saying it a little slower would prevent any embarrassing speech-to-text mess-ups, because she didn't have the attention to spare for a double check. "Call. Tori." Her sister's speakerphone-altered...
Note: This story is a sequel to the previous chapters. Those who have read it before can continue from here. For those who haven't, I suggest they start from Ch. 01 to better understand and the enjoy the story. ***** "Shit, I am late... " I said to myself as I drove down the highway. I had gone to one of my work sites and after working all day, supervisi...
Seven years had passed since the five of them had played the game. Seven years since Bernadette had been a normal person, with a normal body. Of course, it could have been worse. Much worse. Bernadette looked glanced over at her husband, Chris, as he sat at the kitchen table reading the paper and eating breakfast. Before they had played the game, Chris had...
Bartered Orgasms with Agonies of Faith (Part One. Possibly stand alone.) (An "adult" read of more than 10,000 words. This is an effort to touch on the implications of whoring in periods of social tumult and political upheaval. There are no pretensions of expertise in the history and culture of South Africa. The author is acquainted, however, with knowledg...