This is a continuation of the Cruel Irony series and the ramifications of an adulterous indiscretion. The precursor to Wresting With Life's Cruel Irony chapters commences with Cruel Irony. ---------------- The days immediately after his return home Pam did not tell her husband the news. While not racked by self doubt and fear, those feelings ran through h...
I was walking along the beach in Jamaica on a beautiful summer day. I had come to the resort as a vacation and to clear my mind. I had just ended a three-year relationship in a tumultuous manner. I had found my ex-girlfriend cheating on me. We had a huge fight when I confronted her about it and we were through. I took the trip just to get away from the whole...
It was rather ironic, James thought to himself, as he took stock of the situation. He had infiltrated the Donkey Productions porn shoot to see whether unsafe sex was taking place and, as it turned out, it was. The only problem was that James himself was the one who participated in it. He couldn't go to the Captain with that. He'd be a laughing stock. Any goo...
They say power corrupts. They also say that money is power. I'm going to tell you that the correlation is true as well. Money corrupts. I was in my early forties. I played the lottery on occasion and on one of these occasions, I won. I mean I WON! I didn't win a 9-figure jackpot; it was only 8 figures, but it was large enough that after signing for a lump s...
Since I was 16 I've been a wrestling fan, the women are horny, and the Rock kicks serious arse. So I was delighted when one of my friends got tickets to RAW is WAR in M.S.G. during the Gap year we were taking touring America. We'd even laid bets on who would get bedded the most in America and who would get bedded my the hottest woman. Now I'm very modest, an...
She fiddled furiously along the highest notes of her fiddle as the drums and saxophone kicked in behind her to support the tone. She angled her chin to brilliantly smile at the gathering crowd while striving to maintain a firm grip on her violin. An old lady with chickory coffee from the left, an eager young man staring at her legs and compressed breasts fro...
The sun had been kind to Neil and Liz that afternoon warming their skin as the cool breeze from the ocean lightly floated over their bodies cooling them just enough that they were comfortable and content. They both enjoyed the comforting sound of the wind rustling through the trees and the occasional gusts of wind. The wind that was responsible for flipping...
Nell was my favourite girl in the entire world. She really knew how to tease me in the right ways. Sex with her could only be anything but brilliant. When we met she knew very little about sex and we grew together finding each other's likes and dislikes. Like most men I always enjoy a Lady in stockings, with a garter, or preferably with a suspender belt. Th...
I'm didn't take the time out to describe myself. I often skip over my features. They are both a gift and a curse. Young girl, very timid, secretive and shy. Early masturbator, enjoyer of porn and as my youth went about, and more and more aggressive, into my teen years. At that same time I found boys to be boring as hell, and always needing to be led. I had a...
Hey, there. My name is Veronique Anglin. A six-foot-one, heavyset and dark-skinned young Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I am a patrol officer for the Brockton City Police Department. I've been working for the local police precinct ever since I graduated from the Boston Metropolitan Police Academy. Prior to that, I spent fo...