Vern's Diary Vern was alone at home. He liked going through his memoirs every now and then. And he realised it had been a long time since he had recounted his kinks. He fired up his laptop & visited his private blog browsing it from the last few entries. Day 7 Seven days have passed. Twitching is becoming a habit. God! Why did I accede to Kay's request?!!...
I had an idea for a Photography story and the Boudoir theme was hit on via a web search similar to that described in the story, which is the only factual part, this is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, liv...
My name is Maha and I live in Manchester, UK. I am an immigrant from Pakistan. I am now 23 and got married to my husband Adil last year. My husband is a sales executive and travels a lot for work. He is usually away from home most of the week. Being a traditional Pakistani wife i took a lot of acre of my husband, fulfilling his needs putting himself before...
Hurrying leather soled footfalls echo along the otherwise quiet cobbled street. My heavy breathing makes the blood in my ears rush loud as I strain to keep moving. The rows of darkened houses on each side of the ancient back cart path loom into view, one by one as I press onward. Exhaustion would have over taken me a mile back if not for the driving thoughts...
When Ray and I were first married, in June '89, we lived in his home in OKC where he had lived for about ten or so years. In a strip mall on the way home there was a video store where Ray had rented movies for years. It was owned and ran by this really lecherous old man that was just incredibly creepy; but Ray liked the selection of movies and I guess the du...
June, 1962 George Sarin breathed a sigh of relief as he walked the wooded path to his favorite fishing cove. He loved his family and usually enjoyed their camping trips at the lake, but he always looked forward to the naps his wife and young son took after lunch. It was unlikely he would catch anything this late in the day, he knew, but the tranquil moments...
[Note: This story is a continuation from I Took On A Barroom Out Of Spite.] Hi, Erica. It's Robin again. Well you were right about not going back to the bar. If I went there I'd definitely be going down the wrong path. So, just as you said, I stayed far away from that place. But soon I found that I couldn't stop thinking about that night. I couldn't concen...
This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real persons or events, is purely a coincidence. Thank you for reading. Feedback is appreciated. MMF Cooped up in a car for the last 3 hours, we step out into the cold salty air of cape cod. "Home sweet home" I say as I key into the house, the damp, empty smell surrounding us. "The bathroom is around t...
My wife Karen and I have been married 15 years and what was once an active sex life has, in recent years, taken a back seat to both our careers. We make up for it, however, by planing little romantic getaways as often as possible. During these trips we make up for lost time and missed passion. What is usually once a week becomes once an hour, if you know wha...
The Story Starring Mark and Jess They always enjoyed their weekends in Philly. Mark worked nearly 60 hours a week and Jess was in school mostly at night, so their time together was limited, at best. These three day weekends were as romantic as they were rejuvenating. Thursday night they got some dinner, took a walk through the city and called it an earl...