This story is a continuation from "Sharing my Wife: Stripper Part 2". ***** The next few weeks were pretty similar except for one small detail. Michelle asked Shaun to take her to the club Saturday nights, then went home with him. I missed those great fucks when she came home so horny, but twice I did bring Trisha to our house with me after she got off wor...
This is a part of the chain story "Dry Valley", started by RedHairedandFriendly, and written by her, myself, Jushorny, Wyldbreeze, and gotwood49. We hope that you enjoyed this chapter. Tom, Bailey, Mitch, and Jess all agreed to meet that Friday night for the Rodeo, which was opening that weekend. Like any good Texans, they had gone to the Rodeo every chance...
She rode her paint mare down the worn trail through the dogwood trees that dotted the ranchland, usually in clusters but occasionally one would stand alone. Shrubs also populated the arid spread, which extended several thousand acres...its boundaries met only by the foothills in front of the mountains. Sierra looked around her, guarding her eyes from the ho...
Author's Note: DG Hear, MistressLynn and myself are doing a mini writing invitational. We are each picking one song from Ray Price and using it as the basis for a story. I've picked "City Lights," DG Hear, "For the Good Times," and MistressLynn (aka MissLynn), "That's All That Matters." I will also be doing "A Girl in the Night." We hope you enjoy the stor...
My name is James Jacob Slay. Friends call me J.J. I kind of like the nickname, so I don't bug them when they use it with me. What's today's topic of discussion? Simply me, myself and I. I have certain rather intimate confessions to make. In my former life, I was a bit of a snob. I was the editor of the world's most popular and well-read fashion magazine. I h...
The name is David Stebbins and I'm a tall, good-looking black man living in the city of Ashland, Massachusetts. I'm currently a student at the Ashland Institute of Technology, better known as Ashland Tech. By day, I attend my classes and work out along with the other football players in the Athletic Complex. By night, I lead a life like no other with my favo...
Michelle called me about six, letting me know they were in Las Vegas on their way to the hotel. She said Shaun's reservations were at the Paris Las Vegas. An hour later she sent me some pictures of their room: big, round oversized bed with a canopy cover and frills everywhere. It had a two person raised spa, set where they could enjoy the outdoor scenery, wh...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Considering the long lapses between the different chapters I've made this overview, chapter zero. This 'story' contains a survey of the different characters, as well as a synopsis of the different chapters. This chapter will be replaced with extensions as often as needed. If you haven't read previous chapters or if this series will still grow...
The next day, Nelle and Brether manage to sleep all the way to 6AM to the pleasant sound of ocean waves and seabirds. The bright sun streams into the room of their rustic beach cottage, Sea Turn, and as usual upon waking, they gently rouse each other to consciousness with gentle caressing. Greeting with smiles and good mornings, they lightly rub each other's...
Christ it was hot. The August sun beat down on my body as I worked in the hills around the ranch. The sweat was pouring out of my pores like water through a sieve. I took my Stetson off my head so that I could wipe the salty drops of water off my forehead, and out of my hair and eyes. Standing back, I surveyed my handiwork along the edge of the field while...