Note: This is a direct followup to Chapter 1, and it builds on what developed there. I'd highly recommend reading Chapter 1 first. * Brian woke up the next morning, fired off an email saying he was sick and wouldn't be in, and turned on his side, gazing at Carla as she lay peacefully asleep next to him. Last night had been a whirlwind, and it occurred to...
Up before the sun Kendra Neal put on her face. Makeup that is. Not that she needed much with her complexion, it was more to satisfy her own insecurity. She knew that she was beautiful, guys always looked when she ventured forth. Eyes that trailed her even in passing. Ego could easily overtake this woman, but she was faithful. Tony Desmond was her rock, her s...
My adrenaline was racing as I fumbled the cover charge money I was handing to the bouncer. Once inside, I looked for Kristin and spotted her just as she rounded the corner from the front bar back into the seating area where the southern rock band was just getting started. This was the night I had waited for months to come around, where she and I played "pick...
This story is the second part of an ongoing story line. Please be sure to read Chapter 1 first. ***** Stretching The Truth It was almost 3 am when I crossed the walkway from the beach to the street that would take me home. It was only a two block walk but it felt much longer now. The events on the beach tonight had really taken a toll on my mind as well a...
This story is continued from Delhi Nights -Match Day I. You'll need to read that story first for this to make sense. ***** MATCH DAY II: ALL BETS ARE OFF Watching the men lusting for his wife, Vikram's hands came up to palm her breasts, fingers squeezing. Kneading. Moaning softly, she arched her back, her breasts with their hard nipples in lewd display...
I have had many readers ask about my private life. Well, here is a true happening from a recent weekend! If you read ‘My Lovely Leila’, (the story of our first time together) you know that I am bi and have a lady lover as well as a husband. My husband was aware of my love for the ladies before we were married. Like most men, he loves to watch my Lady and I m...
Fred was working late one Friday night in April, trying to finish several projects before he left on two weeks of vacation. He thought he was the last one in the office, so was startled when he heard a knock on the frame of his office door. Alexandra, a recent hire, was standing in the opening with some papers in her hand. "Could you help me with something...
A note to the observant: Almost all city names are false; they were taken from a variety of fantasy sources. All characters are based on real people, so it is no coincidence that they are the strongest part of the story. Names, and sometimes personality and personal history, have been modified to protect the innocent. The events of this story, however, are c...
Author's note: This story has been inspired by the premise of another one about hucows in this website that I unfortunately cannot find anymore (if you know it, please write to me to help me provide a proper credit). While the very beginning in similar, the rest (a whole novel) is what I find a more satisfying development. As absurd as the concept of a huc...
The woman was one of two passengers on the bus. She was sitting two rows behind the driver, on the opposite side. The other passenger, a further two rows back on the driver's side, was a well-dressed man with a black trilby hat pulled low over his forehead. The woman had placed her handbag on the seat by the window and was clearly visible to the man. Her th...