Brian turned the key in the lock and opened the door to his apartment, shuffling through a pile of mail as he entered. He threw a few pieces of junk mail away and set the other envelopes on the huge stack of overdue notices and bills he already had on his kitchen table. The phone rang, and Caller ID said it was business. "Brian Johnson, personal trainer." B...
Very Thanks to madengineer3, for editing this chapter for me, despite of all his health problems. I was confused about its category, I was sure over all story will fall in Loving Wives category but no about this chapter, so I chose the closest one. This story is taking place in Indian context, and some of you may not agree with value system used in it, but a...
Nadine looked carefully through the "For Sale" advertisements. She went through them slowly not wanted to miss a bargain if she saw one. 'It's my own fault,' she thought to herself as she ticked each advertisement with her biro, 'I've just left it a little late that's all.' She smiled sardonically. A little late. She'd damn well left it almost too late. She...
A blanket of snow covered the northeastern United States. Two days prior was the only white Christmas the town of Wilmington, New York had seen in the last five or so years. Holiday cheer was still abundant in the sleepy upper middle class suburb. Families were scurrying around town taking advantage of the post-Christmas sales. It was winter recess at the l...
My name is Julia Branson. I am married to a successful dentist and have two children, eight and ten. I'm going to tell you about a certain afternoon in my life, an afternoon that was like no other before it. It is the story of my reawakening after a long zombie-like sojourn in a land devoid of color, sensation or, most especially, of passion. But to understa...
I've been writing my own poetry for the last several years, but I had not thought about reading it in public until recently when I saw a sign about an open-mic night at a local coffeehouse. The sign said that this new coffeehouse was to start having an open-mic night every Wednesday evening at 6 o'clock. The idea was planted in my head, but I was still unsu...
Alex had an immediate feeling of well being as he came to consciousness in the wee hours of the night. His next awareness was of the woman sprawled on top of him, her softness seductively molded to his hard frame. This was the second time he'd awakened; the first was to Jade doing something incredible to his throbbing cock. "Damn, she has a hot mouth," he t...
She was a cheerleader at the State College and was also doing her student teaching that fall semester at a local high school. The afternoon football game was the last of the season, the last of her college career and traditionally there was a heck of a party put on by the team after the game. This is the story of that party and team spirit. And, oh, what tea...
Wednesday Feeling good on Wednesday morning, I dressed to my usual standards of hotness, and went off to school. I shocked Mr. Stone by actually answering a question in physics, and was heading off to lunch when I realized that I was walking by Jack's locker. I went over to him, put my hand on his shoulder and whispered into his ear that I had mentioned to...
Was it really her? I cannot believe who she was. Even after those years, I never expected to see that "mom" when I introduced myself to my soon to be fiance's mother. Wednesday It was a Wednesday night and I was 18 years old. I worked at a local Italian / pizza place that delivered. I had been on the job for 17 months and it was a good place to work. I w...