She tried to teach me to say her Chinese name. My third attempt drew a smile, but I couldn't tell if I'd succeeded or if she'd just given up. It was probably hopeless; I could only hear about half of what she was saying. The pub was noisy and I hadn't quite tuned in to her accent, which was part British and part something more exotic. I was staring into her...
When we arrived back at my apartment, he asked for my keys. I reluctantly handed them to him. He unlocked the door as he looked over at me. "Pet, would you like to tell me what I am going to find behind this door?" I looked up at him, not wanting to confess. He took a deep breath before he spoke. "You are nervous. Quite frankly, I am a little bit afrai...
Hi, my name is Ben Colton. I am 20 years old. Six foot 190 pounds. For now, I live with my mom out in the country where the next-door neighbor lives two and a half miles from the end of the dead-end drive-road I live on. There is a border side road a half-mile to the east side of the estate road I live on. The estate road was originally the drive up to a la...
He took a deep breath, let it flow out of him. His thoughts turned to the more pleasant and his wife Beth. That helped pass the time and finally Mike pulled into the driveway, home at last. The snow had made a thirteen-minute trip take upwards of over a half-hour. So much for convenience; the city designers had done their work well--but there were some thin...
Here’s another chapter of my ongoing saga of my life with Charles, my elderly husband whom I regularly cuckold with my adulterous behavior. This is, of course, a fantasy, and I would never recommend such irresponsible, reckless, unprotected sex in real life. (But its fun to think about!) I’d love to hear what you think about it, too. * * * Its Saturday tod...
Seems like every couple fantasize at one time or another about having a threesome involving another man. It's an age old desire for a man to see his wife with another man. Guess its hard to explain and it was equally hard for me to deny it as a loving wife. My name is Kim (I'm 42) and when my husband Matt (he's 43) first started talking about it I really d...
They held hands as they walked down a garden pathway that led toward the Breeding House. The signpost at the pathway's entrance told them exactly that. And if that wasn't enough, there were other couples walking ahead of them possibly heading in the same direction and they appeared familiar with where they were going. Gladys glanced over her shoulder and saw...
The fourth part of my memoirs. * * * * * Once Trish and I were married, we moved into an unfurnished flat. Actually, it was the downstairs half of a big old converted Victorian terrace - the sort where you share the outside front door with the upstairs flat, but each household has its own door off the front hallway. It was a bit tatty but very cheap. In fa...
Author's Note: This is a copy written work of fiction, which is for fantasy and entertainment purposes only. Amos Mack labored in the hot, southern, August sun. It was almost 1 pm. He was 25 and a former powerful inner city black gang leader, who had just been released from prison, where he had been serving a ten year sentence for killing a rival gang le...
I've known Salman since the seventh grade, and he's more like a brother than a friend. We've been through a lot in 30-plus years. He was married, with three children; a young daughter about fourteen, sons about twelve and eight they had been married around sixteen years. He has a very decent, incredibly and attractive wife. It was difficult to believe that...