The wedding finally came. Kathy organized the whole thing including who my best man was, the quarterback, and my ushers, four guys from the football team. She wore a red mini wedding dress, which showed off her legs, and had a deep V, which showed a lot of her breasts. I had to wear a white tuxedo with a pink corsage to show I was a virgin. I am going to l...
All this occurred some thirteen years ago, "BC": Before Computers, that is... At least it was for me. I was then, and still am, very happily married. Kim is a most wonderful wife and companion. Back then, we had four young boys at home. All was well, and life was good raising our growing family. There was, however, for me one big problem in our marriage: wit...
Wife dallies with old lover. Again. Again. And more. You really want to read the first chapter before this one to understand the characters and situation involved. The incidents here are based on a real event, but this chapter is highly fictionalized. Maybe 70% fiction here. And character names have been changed to something similar but not identifiable....
I looked at Laura for a few moments not saying anything as we stood there outside the door to our casita. I was not going to ask the question again, but I was truly wondering what she had been up to the past day. I had only seen her for a few moments this morning when she came back to shower and change. For the first time in our married lives she had spent a...
It all started with a simple reply to an ad on craigslist. I know most of this stuff is fake crap, but I've been responding to random ads for months now and I just can't help myself when it comes to the prospect of meeting someone random. My relationship with my girlfriend has been on the rocks for a couple of months, but we just can't find it in ourselves t...
Here we explore the subculture of "sleepy sex," where one or more participants assume the role of a cadaver. This fetish may range from benign to murderous. Our tale, however, relies on liquor, licentiousness and latex. I take the liberty of setting the story in a funeral home. In reality, the cemetery or mortuary would be far too perilous an arena. Anonymit...
As Christian rode on the train to his Uncle Demetri's farm, he gazed at the landscape passing by and tried to imagine what the next four months of his life were going to be like. Uncle Demetri technically wasn't his uncle at all; rather, he was the brother of his newly acquired step-father and hence not connected to Christian by blood at all. However, out of...
At the age of nineteen, wanderlust had driven Aaron to pack a rucksack and hit the byways and highways of America. He had planned on trekking through the country for a year, thinking about his future and what he would study, and seeing a few sights. He mostly travelled by hitchhiking or walking, and after two-months of roving he found himself in a small Mid-...
"That guy over there fucked me." "What?!?! Who?" my husband asked. "That guy, by the end of the bar." "In the green shirt?" "No, black I think ... the one riiight, wait, he's ... over there now, behind the blonde girl." My husband craned his neck to try to see through the crowd. "Still don't know who you mean." "Doesn't matter," I shrugged, feign...
Older BBW & Hung Red Head Trans Girl. If Sexy Feet and BBW's turn you off do not read this story. *** My name is Jill and I am a blonde 55 year old widow living in Las Vegas, Nevada. I stand 5'11" tall and wear a size 16-18 dress. I look much younger than my age and most people think I am about 40. My thick tall body is a golden brown 190 pounds of muscl...