My name is Eddie and something has happened in my life recently that I have to write about. Let me tell you about my situation. I am a 32 year old white male, who is married to a very sexy woman, named Liz. Liz, who is 28 years old, and I have been married for five years. We met when we were teenagers and dated on and off, until our marriage. Liz is easily t...
Not much sex in this story. Just thought you should know. Thanks again to "Gypsies" for editing my story. How do you know if your wife is cheating on you? Is it a change in her mood? Does she leave the house in the evening? Does she always want to go out with the girls? Or, any number other of the hundreds of things to look for? Mine is just a gut feeling...
In days of old, as nighttime grew cold,    approaching October’s ending Back when a carriage was drawn with a horse And nary a marriage knew respite, divorce– So a bad choice at twenty meant lifelong remorse–       A woman named Sarah lay dying... When she was a bride, tall and wide-eyed,    her beauty and innocence blendin...
The scene at home was exactly what you would think it would be. Like some sort of movie, we had a hell of a blow up and played out our roles just like you would think. Bud was standing in the living room waiting for me when I walked in the front door about 2 hours later. He immediately started screaming at me but the gist of the conversation was that he wa...
A lot of people talk bad about the Dirty South, and I can totally understand a lot of their viewpoints. My name is Claire Jane Warren-Sankara, C.J. to my friends, and I was born and raised in the City of Fayetteville, North Carolina. My family, the Warren Clan, is as redneck as they possibly come, and they had a veritable fit when I fell in love with Ibrahim...
Many thanks to Techsan for his editing of this story. * I, known as The Jailbird, was a famous man in our small Scandinavian town. I was sure that people envied me because I had dared to do what many of them probably had only dreamed about. My real name is Wilmer Steen: Wilmer after some distant relative in Minnesota, which wasn't very funny when I was ki...
The first time Madeleine and I looked at each other's eyes was in the hotel breakfast restaurant in a small Scandinavian town. She gave me a sweet smile, which I remembered the whole day. There was dance in the hotel bar in the evening and I got a happy feeling when I found her there. During our first and only dance I offered her a drink, which she accepted....
Many thanks to Angel Love for editing this story. * My name is Raymond Dahl. For many reasons I'm an average Scandinavian guy though most people would regard me as an unusually lucky guy until I became involved in serious problems. At the age of thirty-eight I had most of what people dreamed about. I was proud to have two nice daughters, a lovely wife, nic...
When she walked in, I knew she would be trouble again, one way or another. Usually it was low-level, only a little pointing and shouting. But I had a feeling about her now. Maybe it was that huge, flashy new engagement ring on her finger, much gaudier than the simple wedding band the last time she was here, wearing widow's weeds. Not for the first time, eith...
Many thanks to Techsan for editing this story. I, Ralf Broman, never regretted that I did the right things in the right time during the crazy nineties when the Scandinavian economy was a real bubble and everything, or almost everything, was possible if you dared to do that. I took big loans, bought real estate and the banks never did care that my loans were...