This is directed to Mr. Ass w/o a name. This is a FICTIONAL story so in this fictional world there are no AIDS or other diseases. So Mr. "Ass w/o a name" when you start bitching about that or something else just remember sweetie its chapter 14 and we all know you love reading these dirty wives stories. It's also a fictional story and nothing bad can happen u...
After Amy left I called Carrie Lee to see if she was set for the shoot tomorrow. She was happy to hear from me and agreed to meet at the photographer's studio tomorrow around noon. I arrived just before noon and Carrie still had not arrived. Noon came and went and still no Carrie. She came rushing into the studio about 12:30. "I'm so sorry I'm late, I got...
Sequel to my October 21, 2017 story. ************* While I was cured of my ravaging fantasies – not only did they no longer interfere with my life, I never even had any at all – as a result of the ravaging reality that I was sure had been arranged by my misguided though probably well-meaning psychologist Mary Ross, I continued to be intrigued by the likel...
[Although this story stands by itself, readers might enjoy it more if they read Judy: The Baby-sitter and Judy: Prom Night first. This is a work of fiction. It is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies, and as such, may or may not be completely realistic. All locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious. Any resemblance...
I still do not know why I did it. It might have just been some kind of gut instinct, but I think that it was more than that. Looking back, I guess there must have been some signs of what was going on, that I picked up on in my subconscious, and that was why I checked the laundry basket for the first time in our marriage. My wife was in the shower. Maybe tha...
I was just beginning to wake up when I heard the door to my room open and someone entered. I was laying cross-wise on my bed with my legs dangling over the side of the bed. As a result, my legs were open and my sex was exposed. I kept my eyes shut and waited to see what this someone was going to do. Then I woke with a jolt! Something very cold was being rubb...
Vanessa's satiny black body was soaked with perspiration, little beads of sweat rolling off her face, arms, chest and legs. Nearly naked, dressed only in a miniscule, bright green, two-piece swim suit, she was stretched out on a lounge chair next to a swimming pool that overlooked one the world's most beautiful beaches. Her black skin was baking under the...
Lena and Tim had never been to a costume party before. This Halloween when Lena's friend Serena asked if she wanted to come to her party Lena's first instinct was to say no. She and Tim didn't care much for parties and she hadn't dressed up for Halloween in years. About eighteen years actually. She thought about it at her desk at work and very reluctantly re...
One warehouse, eight women, fifty grand for the one woman who wins it all. Not a single one turned down the invitation, but it wasn't just the prospect of winning fifty grand that attracted them. Each of them is the kind of person who wants to know just how strong she is, compared to the others -- and each secretly thinks she has what it takes to be the str...
"What are you looking at. I'm over here." Austin Clark lowered the binoculars and turned to look at the woman, naked, on his bed in his Crystal House seventh-floor studio apartment. The two women were much the same—both young, with voluptuous bodies—but one was blonde and Amber, the one on his bed, was a redhead. Amber was also here; the other one wasn't. H...