Authors note. Chapter three is a continuation of the previous two chapters, just in case you have just started reading. Things are going to get progressively kinkier in Betty and Elliot's life, with that in mind please read the tags associated with this story. I hope you enjoy the ride. "...sex addiction is also progressive. It often starts with a relativel...
My wife Cara knows me well, we've been together for a long time now, so that's no surprise. She knows that after a period of particularly frenetic sexual activity, that I can often go into a sexual drought. She knows to bide her time and be patient. After our last escapade at Lowe's Corner, Cara and I had a lot of sex, fucking every day for a full week after...
At ten o'clock Saturday morning, my door bell rang, and I found a freshly scrubbed, ebullient Mei-Lien waiting to be let in. As soon as she was inside, she stepped in front of the hall mirror and, with an exultant smile on her face, unbuttoned her coat to reveal that, aside from the socks and sneakers on her feet, the only garment she wore was a leotard. Fur...
I was always a pretty wiry guy. Once I got to college it kind of became a joke. Being on two teams gave me the metabolism of a housefly and even my five meals a day couldn't put weight on me. Being in the dining hall enough to eat all those meals let me cast my eyes on pretty much everyone that lived on South Campus. There were a few girls that stuck out am...
Helen watched Ron finish his Sunday Lunch he was going out with his Defender again she wondered whatever he saw in bouncing over unmade roads for hours on end. "What time will you be back, Ron?" Helen asked. Depends on the state of the roads Hon." he replied, "You know me, the more the challenge the better I like it. High risks get my adrenalin going and I...
West Palm Beach didn't have many cold snaps, but when one did rake the city the weather seemed twice as frigid as it actually was. Virginia Stanton sat alone in her office on the third floor of Prism Design's building overlooking the Intra-coastal Waterway. She had been chilly all day, mainly because of the dampness in the air; Forty-eight degrees outside wa...
This is my story. My name is, well, never mind what my name is, that isn't important. Suffice it to say that I am an average, ordinary woman. Or, at least I was. I am in my late thirties, married. I'm really nothing to look at: five and a half feet tall, brown shoulder length hair, breasts nothing to write home about: smallish, slight sag. Just your typical...
Gary Sutcliff's mom always hated me. Well, maybe hate is too strong a word. She never cared for me. I'm not sure why exactly, but I have ideas. Perhaps it started from the time Gary and I had a tiff and, seeking revenge, I hurled a stone through his bedroom window. It didn't help either that, following another tiff, I sledge-hammered the Sutcliff's flagstone...
Isaac sighed softly as he looked at Brenna from the door way of the mountain monastery. It was a refuge to all those who sought hope, strength or redemption. Right now it seemed as if the dragon before him needed all three. She had arrived battered, bruised and bleeding and her spirit crushed. Her body was healed now but the latter was still in a weakened st...
We grow old and die, and so too our memories. Some fade away with time, whereas others follow us to the grave. I am no longer the child I once was, but even now in my early thirties, I have one of such memory that I know will follow me to my grave. It is the story I would like to share with you, if you will permit me to first lie back on this lounge chair an...