"How do I look?" I asked, again, as I stood in the doorway in my ridiculous shoes. "You know how you look," Pete said. "I know." He raises an eyebrow. "I know. But tell me again." I'm stalling, working up the nerve to leave the house looking like this. Everything I'm wearing feels too small; every time I move, I'm afraid of spilling out of the top or the b...
Shelly was startled by her phone as it suddenly vibrated in her hand. She hadn't been expecting anyone to text her at this time of night, but when it happened she knew immediately who it was. She quickly shifted her eyes to look at Randy and reflexively put her phone down beside her - afraid that he had heard the 'buzz' of the phone. Randy, her husband...
It was eight months ago when my husband found out I was having an affair with a black man. I tried to get out of it, but the pictures in my cell phone told him differently. He told me from that day on that he would never trust me again. I shrugged it off and contacted my lover to tell him that we were found out and I was asked to remove him from Facebook as...
1. Sunday Kelly was on spread out on her bed, naked. One hand was idly playing with her nipple. The other hand held a business card. Kelly looked at the card again. It was printed on thick paper, the letters making slight indentations in the paper. It felt expensive. She read it again. "Glen Mason. Photographer for Connoisseurs." There was a phone number wr...
Less than 15 minutes from the house, Anna received the text alert from the airline on her travel app: her flight had been canceled. "Shit," Anna cursed softly. "Problem, Ms. Roberts?" Anna lifted her attention from her smartphone and caught her driver's eyes in the rear view mirror. They were light blue. "Flight just got canceled," she muttered, lookin...
For the past three months, Violetta Jones had a recurring dream. It was like a nightmare that really happened many years ago but all evidence had been hidden away. Only the dream's nightly return—vivid as the day that event actually might have happened—was there to stir her memories. A 42 year-old woman with an 18 year-old son away at the state university...
Chapter 3: A True Cum Slut Is Born I called Cal at around 7:00 the following morning. Brian hadn't come home until well after midnight, still fuming at what the painters had done to his meticulous work. We had gone to bed shortly after that. He had been snoring fitfully at 5:30 when I had gotten up to pee, and I vaguely recalled someone kissing my cheek a...
Thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for all the help with this. This is a follow on to the story Adventures in Sexting * The entire drive back to her dorm Carrie could not stop touching the rolled up paper Carl had given her. The tryst with Carl at the Valentine's Day dance had started out as a sympathy fuck, but she was beginning to like him. His artisti...
This is my first story. I know that this is a tough crowd to please, so I am expecting a fair amount of feedback that may not be pleasant. I will say that this story is loosely based on a situation that a friend of mine found himself in. Constructive comments are always welcome. Stupid ones that add no advice on ways to get better will be ignored. There is n...
Sarah found herself once again becoming fidgety and uncomfortable with the turn of the conversation. She enjoyed her weekly woman's support group, but when the topic turned to sex chat (as it inevitably did) she usually felt like she did not belong. "It's not that I don't enjoy sex as much as any normal woman does" she thought, but the group seemed to consis...