Connie's and my affair seemed to have been confirmed by last night's late tryst. We had tried to stay apart and let the flame die, but the flame wouldn't go out. When I came to her in the wee hours our passion exploded in a lust-filled hour of love making and affection. We became exhausted and fell asleep without thinking about how our relationship was to co...
As a dutiful daughter and the youngest of five sisters, I have six times witnessed the wretched state of a woman in marriage. It is a life wasted in the pretence that children will make him kind, patience will make him sober and forgiveness will make him faithful. So, with this knowledge, I spent my youth in our farming village pleading that my parents might...
"I can't believe you're making me do this," Natalie said as she stood on the hotel balcony at three a.m. with the wind blowing through her strawberry-blonde hair. Her eyes scanned the parking lot, and though she didn't see any signs of life, someone down in the darkness would be a lot harder to see than she would be on the balcony — dimly lit as it was...
Bliss. Seems an odd way for me to feel, doesn't it? Considering I'm nude and hanging over the back of a plush chair, my knees on the arms, while the man I love alternates between caressing and spanking my ass. I'll even admit it's an odd way to feel, and I understand you might be dismissing me as a kook (or a kink). A year or so ago, I might have thought the...
Bruce Robert Kinsey slowly sat up – his head aching – and tried to remember why he couldn't remember a single thing that had happened last night. Several things lurched into place, one after the other, as his vision took in the blue sky and the green leaves, then the broad sweep of the trees around him, and his skin took in the sensation of grass rubbing aga...
Felicia lay naked in bed, listening to the rain hit her building. He really wasn't coming. Peter was not her boyfriend anymore. She'd gone out and robbed a joint, but even that hadn't put a dint in her frustrations. Nor had spilling out her loot—all the cash money and one ornate scepter—onto her bed and lying upon it, momentarily using the scepter as a backs...
The Batman stood brooding in the shadows of the building overlooking downtown Gotham, the rain only adding to his cover. He was waiting for her to arrive, she would be there soon, he had all of her other hideouts wired for surveillance, but this was the best bet. He had been waiting for over two hours, but felt no fatigue. He could and would wait for days if...
Umberto's was a better than average restaurant in a rather upscale mall which was why Twyla and Christine met there to celebrate Twyla's promotion. After really splendid seafood salads they checked their smart phones, cancelled all afternoon appointments and ordered two more glasses of Chardonnay. Christine raised her glass in a toast. "Here's to future su...
Chris' alarm goes off at 5am. He kisses me and whispers that he'll call me later. He has to get home to his place to shower, change, and get ready for work. I drift back off to sleep until my alarm wakes me at 6:30. I sit up and stretch before I remember the cringe-worthy conversation Jeremy and I had last night that ended pretty heatedly. I remind myself th...
After an original by HardDaysKnight . HardDaysKnight is one of the most prolific and respected authors in the LW genre. "No Reply" is a short tale based on a family tradition: when a male in the family turns 18, he is set up for a weeklong affair with an older wife, during which she teaches him 'the ways to please a woman,' and he plants trees on her and he...