Rick Potter turned into his driveway, shit it was eleven o’clock. He had told Sheila he would be home no later than eight. She was going to be mad, but he was getting use to it. Ever since this new project was given to him, he had not been home before nine O’clock. He had been working on it for two months and it would probably take another two months to fini...
Holly got a text message from a phone number she didn't know. It was a picture of a guy's cock, hard, and also a question mark. She looked at it for a moment, surprised, wondering what to do. She didn't know him, she thought. At least, the number didn't come up as one that was already in her phone. He was probably a weirdo, she thought, but he might just ha...
It was warm, but not the kind of sultry warmth that one dreams of when they're shivering inside a wool coat in winter. It was a balmy, sweaty heat that stuck to your skin. Sam was growing moodier the longer she took to pack up her last boxes and carry them from the railed porch to her car. The sun on her skin was beginning to summon sweat along her brow. The...
L'Ecole Pour Des Femmes This story is fictional and the names of people, organizations, businesses, etc. have no basis in reality and any resemblance to any real person or business is purely coincidental. If group sex bothers you then I suggest you read another story. I also recommend to those interested in group sex and swinging reading my other stories o...
Mimi had Sunday to herself, a precious day free from meetings and sales pitches to do everything she usually missed in the week. She had planned to draw and read and catch up on all of the TV she had missed but found that Sven had beaten her to it. He was still in the t-shirt and boxers he'd slept in sprawled across the sofa and smiled at her as she came out...
There was no way she was going to ask how he found their way back to the cabin with no landmarks, no compass and no map to follow. No way she was going to give him the satisfaction. It was silly of her, even childish, and she knew it. But, as she so often reminded her husband, it's a woman's prerogative to be silly and childish at any time. And this was goin...
"Card," I said to the dealer after tossing in my hundred-dollar ante. I took up the fresh card, adding the eight of hearts to the ten and Jack in the same suit in my hand. With the deuce, I had a straight flush. I silently thanked my good fortune, hoping I wasn't giving any tells to the other three players around the table. I glanced to the others surrepti...
She came and went a few times. He stood there spying, smoking a cigarette and trying to work up the nerve. New York was blustery—December, and choked with cold. He'd been observing her for a week by then, rubbing his shoulders to ward away the cold, gawking up toward a window he imagined was hers. A few were draped in twinkling lights, glittering stran...
Sandra stared at her reflection in the mirror; triple checking every detail of her appearance. She had never been a particularly vain person, preferring instead to focus upon what was on the inside as her grandmother would have said. This night though, she wanted everything truly perfect. Six months and it was Valentine's Day. How those six months had sped...
The rest of the story of "Good Girl Gone Better". I'm not a professional writer and have no ambition to be so please be gentle. Sorry for any grammar errors. Just smile and keep reading. If you don't like wife seduction stories or dominance. Feel free to move on. She did it! Or more accurately we did it. My wife reluctantly went down the road of no retur...