Eric went to Angela and Sherry. Jason went to Jennifer. The men had their shirts off, but left their pants on. The bulges at the crotch told the girls that their dance had turned them on. Eric picked up Angela and Sherry, and carried them towards the fireplace. Jennifer took Jason's hand and led him to the couch "You are mine for now, it seems," Jennifer sa...
Sunlight stabbed at her eyes, and the strident bleeping of her alarm clock woke her up. She smacked the irritating device off, and sat up, wincing a bit. She still felt sore, her body responding to movement painfully. She blearily stumbled from bed and walked unsteadily into her tiny bathroom, not bothering to face herself in the mirror. Turning the shower o...
Continuing Book 1, Cheating. This chapter takes place between Consequences Part 2 (the Crypts interlude) and He Fucked My Girl Part 1. ***** Doctor Waterman finished his examination of Mike, his first check up since moving back to the frat house. "The ribs are healing well," he said. "How are the headaches?" "They're gone," Mike said trying to sound extra...
"Arthur we can't do this anymore." She said as he was getting ready to leave. "Tell me exactly what is this Alice because I'm out of my mind trying to forget about you and yet you still haunt me. Give me an explanation why we can't be." Arthur angrily voice out his frustration and she became frightened by the thought of finally acknowledging and confront...
For the past six months, Sandra French had been carrying on a secret affair. She adored her husband and felt tremendous pangs of guilt every time she was in the arms of her lover, but the sex was simply too good for her to end the relationship. When her husband went out to his twice-weekly poker games, Sandra would call her lover and wait with an impatience...
Chapter Two Kira's POV I rolled out of bed with a grunt, and fell on the cool floor, if my body temperature had been any lower I would have screamed at the coldness. Wearing only boxer shorts and a white tee, I slowly lifted up onto my knees, rubbed my eyes and blinked as I looked at my alarm clock. "Nine o'clock, am! Damn it." I groaned, and stood up, i...
Her Happy Ending I lay silently face-down on the soft massage table, my face gently cradled by a spongy pillow. The room was dim and warm, the carpet bland, the koto music emanating from the music player ethereal, yet rustic. I waited alone until there was a knock on the door. "Are you ready for me?" Daniel asked from behind the door. I took a deep breath...
Marcos always hated working the nightshift on weekends. Some of his reasons were understandable; being an NYPD officer in our Brooklyn precinct meant that he never knew what he'd be up against when he put on his uniform and drove out into the semi-dark streets. That concerned me, too, of course. I worried a lot about his safety, even though I'd seen his f...
Procrastinating does not pay off. This might sound trivial, but I had learnt it first hand last night. Tom, my neighbour's eighteen year old son had given my a steamy massage that ultimately evolved into groping with a strong erotic feeling to it. He left before it turned into anything more, his erection clearly visible under his tight pants. I should have t...
Note: This story is the thirty-fourth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous thirty-three episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I...