Thank you to my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for their editing. They always make my stories a much better read. I was so tired of traveling. All I ever did was go from one office to the other, each one having its own crisis. You would think that by now with all the time I spent showing those idiots how to do it right, they would catch on. But no, alway...
Note: This story is a re-telling of Aurelius1982 Indian Wife is a Diwali Night Treat from the wife's perspective. One of his readers. Mili, sent him a suggestion for having the wife's narrative too, similar to my first story which Aurelius helped with. He asked me to do it, so here it is. Obviously, the main characters are Aurelius' creations and he deserves...
Lis Rheume uttered an explicative under her breath when she reached under the bar counter and found no clean beer glasses. It was crowded and she didn't have time to chase after Kwame just because he couldn't keep up. She was about to head to the kitchen when she saw the short muscular black kid working his way through the crowd with three plastic glass rack...
Jeremiah found it hard to believe that he had been in the basement for only a few short weeks. During that time, he had seen a number of his victims half of whom only wanted to talk to him in an attempt to understand how he could so what he did. The other half of them chose to exact their revenge and none of it was pleasant. He tried to listen for informatio...
Hi BPV fans! Here comes another chapter in the primary story line. I think it's my favorite story so far. Not necessarily as erotica, but as a story. WARNING: This is one of my futa chapters, so if you're not into it feel free to read my and Hell of a Critic's other recent chapter BPV: Mad Science. Once again, there are NO futa on male scenes. Make sure t...
I was in a small neighborhood plaza in Seville when a painter at his easel caught my eye. He was painting a woman sitting on a bench with a small fountain behind her. She was dressed in white and was surrounded by pigeons, she looked fabulous. She also looked sad, resigned to her fate. She had a white cane at her side, she was blind. I walked up to the guy...
I. I began running through the girl catalogue of questions. Hair? I would definitely need to give it a good comb-out but I kept my hair relatively short and it would only take a second. Makeup? Well I'd touched it up and hour ago and could do so again once we got home. Not that I used much but I did want my lipstick and eyes to be nice for him. Lingerie ok?...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'll be honest: This isn't a pure Loving Wives story. Sure, there's a divorce and all that crap, but I wanted to explore some different themes. In my first LW story, I wrote a suspense story about revenge on the cheating wife. In the second, I wrote about how a husband deals with the immediate aftermath of discovering his wife's infidelity. H...
For the second consecutive growing season, the monsoons had failed to arrive over the Indian rice paddies. Without the heavy annual rainfall, the Nalwali family had been unable to produce their customarily bountiful crop of top quality rice. It was the proceeds from the rice crop that allowed the Nalwali family to not only survive but to provide the resourc...
My name is Buddy Carlin and I'm laying here in my king sized bed watching my older brother Tom, fuck my wife. They're right next to me and he's pounding away like a stud and she's gruntin and sweatin and talkin dirty. She says she loves me, but she's been fuckin Tom regular for months. I'm laying here bouncing up and down in the bed waiting for him to finish...