For the next few days, Rose stepped warily around the house; but she didn't need to, because Ryan was avoiding her with equal diligence. "What's wrong with you?" Lynnette snapped at her on the fourth day. "You jump every time someone comes in the room." What was wrong was typical—typical enough that it made Rose feel foolish, more idiotic than she already...
"Honey, I had to do it. The slimy little bastard had me over a barrel." "Nope, he didn't. Not a barrel in sight on that video." "Please don't be petty. Not now. If I didn't do it, he was going to block my promotion." "So why didn't you come to me and tell me about it so we could fix it together?" "If I'd come to you, what would you have said?" "Change j...
Hello Readers, What follows will be random Cuckold related short stories, set ups, or scenes. I get a lot of cuck related story ideas that I need an outlet for. This is simply a place for me to collect some of the ideas I get from time to time to see how they go over and gauge what is popular and what isn't. Don't expect lengthy or overly involved tales. Do...
Be warned. This is a simple little story of sadness and regret. That's all it is and all it was ever intended to be. I just wondered what a BTB story would be like if written from the cheater's point of view and if the cheater had a conscience. I'm afraid that this is what came out. Many will not like it. If you are looking for a rabid BTB or RAAC story, thi...
Mordred, I know how little chance my words have now of moving you in any way. Yet I pray that you read them through, and not cast aside this last chance for the peace of all our peoples. I beg you, Mordred. Do not make them suffer for the sins of their king. I see you again as I close my eyes. I see the youth you stood before me, making your way in the f...
Dear Mike, This isn't going to be an easy letter for me, so please don't take what I write lightly. I am not doing this because I want you to feel sad, or angry, or confused. Hopefully you will not feel any of those things. Just take it for what it is, which is the only way I can express these thoughts, to the only person who will understand them. I rememb...
Chapter 12 -- Montreal It was about half an hour outside of Montreal when I realized that Jane was squeezing my hand. She had taken it, and was holding it tight, probably for the last 15 minutes or so. I knew Jane's history with the city had been bittersweet, but I could feel the tension emanating from her. Everything had all really started shortly after o...
Many thanks to Jedbeaker for his comments and his editing of this story. *********** This story is slight softer than most of my other stories because even such things as described in this story might happen now and then in the real life. *********** It was seven o'clock on a Tuesday evening when I and my six year old daughter, Amanda returned home from...
Sherri watched Randy pull away from the hotel and give her a wave as he drove by. She knew he couldn't see the tears on her cheeks, so she waved back at him. Just to make sure Randy didn't suspect anything, Sherri started her car and pulled out of the parking lot. She saw Randy turn onto the highway and head toward his home. Sherri drove home slowly, her e...
She knew it was wrong. She knew it was stupid. But she couldn't help it. It felt so good...so right. His touch, his smell, the way his lips felt against her skin. It was intoxicating. She was drunk on the overwhelming passion burning in her. Passion ignited further by his tongue trailing down the column of her throat. He was her ex. She'd ended it. It'd be...