First, a bit of background. I'm 38 – my wife, Paula, is 34. We met when she was 17, and she came to work at the research lab where I had been for a couple of years. I was always attracted to her, right from the start. She was small, slim, blonde, with a trim, tidy figure. Her best asset was her absolute knock-out bum. She wore tight jeans most of the time, a...
I think I've said this before, but I sometimes get my inspiration from reading the stories of others and spotting a crossroad where the story could go in quite a different direction to that chosen by the author. I unashamedly stand on the shoulders of the authors who have come before me. Thanks to Nandan for their significant contribution to the concept of...
She makes a poor choice I was fighting my way out of the darkness. I could feel the bed rocking. My head felt like it was splitting in two. I could hear murmuring in the distance. Then it hit me -- a stinging, burning pain from the head of my prick. A STINGING, BURNING PAIN -- FROM THE HEAD OF MY PRICK! From the darkness, I started to reach for my member,...
Kate's marriage is rocky, to say the least, with her suspicions that her successful IT businessman husband Roger may be having an affair with his PA Sonya. After golf and over lunch one day, Kate's bestie Fiona told her of a pair of guys who offered a service to women in Kate's situation. They can stage an abduction – kidnapping if you like – holding the wif...
This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip -- California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of T...
"I would never fucking let that happen to me!" Jay said with a slightly drunken slur. "And if something like that did happen, I would fucking kill the asshole, and the bitch who fucking cheated on me, and all the stupid cunts who go along with him. I wouldn't fucking care if I went to prison the rest of my life or got the chair! Some things a man can't let h...
We ate and I took the plates out while she strapped the sleeping George into the carrier. The drive up was silent and I settled her into the lounge before walking over to check up on the stables. Things were still running smoothly and I left matters in their hands with the assurance that I'd update them if I got news. I walked back relieved that I didn't ha...
The diary of Eleanor Thorn. April 3rd 1876 Father Malloy came and sat with me last night, despite the fact that I have assured him there is no need. It was very kind of him to come, of course, and I'm sure he had nothing but the very best of intentions. Nevertheless, the pleasure of his company paled very quickly. The weather was surprisingly warm for so ea...
This is basically a love story and of course all characters are over 21. I want to thank stg0936 for the original idea, although I deviated from his idea during the writing of the story. I also want to thank Navaura for her spot on editing and suggestions for the improvement of this story. This story is as much hers as it is mine and because of Brandy the di...
An average country boy in less than average circumstances A thick coat of dust roiled out the rear end of my truck as I flew down the dirt road toward the old farmhouse. I knew she was back there somewhere choking on the blinding cloud trying to feel her way to the same destination. The bartender back at the bar knew I was pissed. She saw it in my eyes when...