In context, this part of my chronicle of KK's infidelity extends back to our undergraduate college years. I'd proposed to KK the summer before our freshman year, with the plan to marry after graduation. I was madly, blindly in love with KK, and to the extent one can know another's heart, I believed she felt the same about me. Her parents, particularly her...
Disclaimer: This story is not a "Stroke Story". This story is about adultery and emotions. So, if you want a stroke story, please save yourself the disappointment and back-page before reading any further. This story in no way reflects my personal life. All the characters, and their behavior are purely fictional. As always, this story is my property, and m...
The evening passed Jack rather quickly. The line of communication with his wife, whom Christine so sincerely wished him, rather did not appear. As usual, his evening was lonely. Each of them took care of their own affairs and did not disturb the other. Jack, having nothing to do, went sooner today to their bedroom which was on the first floor to go to bed. H...
Marie-Beatriz and I have been together now for several years. We live and work in England, although both of us are French. In fact her name shows the influence of her Basque ancestors, as do her green eyes and blonde hair. At one metre seventy and fifty-five kilos (five- six and 120 pounds, give or take), she gets noticed in most places, particularly as she...
(Apologies to Cassandra Peterson, the real Elvira) DISCLAIMER: Neither the author or the Elvira character promote the use of illegal drugs or condone the practice of unsafe sex. This is just a fun little erotic romp, so don't get your panties in a wad. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It seems like a lifetime ago, but actually it's only been ten years sin...
I arrived at the studio a few minutes early, which I thought would be smart as this was my first assignment. This was the sort of job I didn't want to screw up. I mean, what could be better? I get paid to roll around in compromising positions with a gorgeous model. Heck, I should pay them. I looked down at the call slip in my hand. The agency had booked me...
Abby looked at herself in the mirror, twisting her toned body from side to side; Her perfect curves hugged by a pink bikini, her dirty blonde hair framing her cute face, and her impressive sleeve tattoo complementing her fair skin. She inspected herself for wrinkles and unsightly marks (of which there were none), pulled at her ass to see how it bounced, and...
I began noticing him weeks ago. He came into the sandwich shop every day at 1:25 after most of the lunch crowd had dispersed. I would watch from the window as he came from the high-rise across the street. He always had a copy of some financial newspaper under his arm. He wore an expensive suit and I surmised that he must be a financial consultant of some kin...
As told to Just Plain Bob by Mrs. Hottbutt I began noticing him weeks ago. He came into the sandwich shop every day at 1:25 after most of the lunch crowd had dispersed. I would watch from the window as he came from the high-rise across the street. He always had a copy of some financial newspaper tucked under his arm. He wore an expensive suit and I surmised...
Knelt on my knees and taking a glance to my right at the sight of a woman counting cash whilst I sucked off a guy I started to wonder how this had all happened. I had a good job and didn't have a huge problem with getting lovers. I was straight and loved women but here I was – nothing but a sissy prostitute being rented out for the oral pleasure of men I di...