I assume readers will get the tongue-in-cheek aspects of this. This is a sequel to Wayward Ellen. ****** In the spring and summer of 1981, Ellen, my wife of three years, had affairs with two guys from two different companies. As soon as she got the second job, she dropped the first one -- or he dumped her - and she started up with the second lover. She wa...
There were no kings in the southern jungles, but Lord Admiral Yumi Trafammer was as close as it got. He had an army, an estate tucked away in the mountains, and a fleet that demanded taxes. Yumi couldn't influence Bayreach, but he could strangle the jungle around it. He could strangle the ocean. They called him a tyrant and the Piranha of the South Seas. Dv...
The bunny pinched her nipples, moaned, and gave me a look of unequivocal desire. No one, especially not my wife, had ever given me a look like that in my entire life. The bunny, of course, was not a bunny per se, but Debbie Marks who owned the beauty salon on Main Street, and was a member of the new reformation pagan cult of Oster, one of the fastest growing...
The idea for this story was inspired by an idea from a reader. If you haven't read chapters one and two yet, I suggest you do so to fully understand the story. The reference to an incident where a wronged husband nukes his cheating wife comes from a previous story, "The Monster He Created." For those who want to say this or that would never happen, rememb...
Daniel walked her down the hall to her bedroom with Sara trailing slightly behind. He knew she needed sleep and was still technically sick. He had no intention of catching strep throat and decided it might be best to wait on any real sexual activities until she was totally better. For now...as much as he wanted to seduce her out of her shorts and sleep tee,...
"Tonight is a special night," Roger whispered in her ear. "Oh?" Patricia purred pressing her back against his chest. "How's that?" He slid his hands down her sides. The only barrier between his fingers and her skin was the silk of her dress. The tips of his fingers floated past her breasts. The lack of a bra sent electric bolts straight between her legs. H...
(c)2013 angelface195 all rights reserved This is a story of incest and bdsm among consenting adults. If it grosses you out, don't read it. Here are the main characters: The Cassidy's Matthew: The Patriarch Helen: His wife Hayley: Their youngest daughter Samantha: Their middle daughter who is married to actor Brandon Mitchell Denise: Eldest daughter marrie...
The Copper Hall was by far the grandest building in the village, constructed with great thick logs and topped, true to its name, with a fanciful steep roof of scaly copper tiles. Equally impressive as the hall was the carved wooden idol of the god of the forest in front of the entrance, overlooking the swath of flat beaten ground that served as the village's...
As hard as it was to believe, Kaseya and I were actually able to walk mostly fine the next morning even without the aid of restorative magic. We made even better time than the previous day, actually, though I did have to deactivate my ring after only a few hours. Containing my own libido was difficult enough without hers amplifying it, and we did need to mov...
Mrs. Mower heard Principal Simmon's baritone voice. "Mrs. Mower," he said demurely, "a message for you." She stopped in the middle of the text with her husband. He set down a chic square envelope on top of her stack of math textbooks. "No pressure. We just wanted to offer a nice evening out." "We?" "Yes, Mrs. Simmon and me." His eye darted away from hers...