Several years into our marriage we hit that rut. Wanting to liven things up, I suggested trying something new. After a few ideas of what to do, we decided to try the strip club. I have never been to a club like that before, so I wasn't too sure what to expect. I trusted his instincts when he said "...just wear something sexy." I dug out my little black dres...
*1 month later* Zaire- "I still can't believe you met the Tyler Wright, walked out on the man and he wrote a song about you. Does he still have your purse?" Kyla said as she sipped on her martini on my couch. "Yes he still has my stuff and for the last time he did not write a song about me! Kris tells her," I said looking at Kyla's long term boyfriend Kr...
The Contract By Sheila and Bill This is a true story. We are an empty nest couple that very much love one another but found ourselves in a rut. That would be a sexual rut. We have both always loved sex but neither of us had any drive and appeared to have lost interest in fucking and sucking. But I am happy to say, I am now his submissive wife and we are bo...
This is a flash story that popped in my head as I was thinking about why the people in the Loving Wives stories rarely talk about their dissatisfaction with the status quo. I wondered what would happen if someone took the bull by the horns and actually talked about things instead of letting them fester. This is what popped out of my head. No BTB or cuckoldin...
Chloe had to chuckle at the irony... Angers. Perhaps the absurd stream of consciousness of it all took the long way around to actually making sense, considering her reason for being in the small French town. But, looking out at the idyllic view of the town square beneath her window, it was impossible for her to imagine any possible motivation for naming this...
The next day, Friday, we didn't see each other. She left directly after her class to go home and get ready -- that was the plan, at least. Myself, I just stayed in my apartment, biting my nails. When the clock reached 7pm, I was dressed nicely in slacks, button-up, tie, and jacket, and a 'man-purse' filled with stuff. I left the apartment, got on the subway...
Katy, my beautiful, wonderful, 38 year old wife is what I would call the perfect woman. An absolute Angel during the day and an insatiable, wanton, nymphet at night. She is as comfortable with an apron and frying pan or a bottle of Windex as she is with a snow shovel in the winter or a garden hoe in the spring. Katy's care and talents when it comes to taki...
Sia slowly, gradually walks through the thick woods of Ashenvale, on her guard. She remembers this place, remembers having been here many times, having spied on the Alliance, the hated Night Elves and having killed quite a few in her time as Scout for the Horde. Now though, she wasn't adept with her blades anymore, that damned sickness contracted in Outland...
You wake up early Wednesday morning, your body still stiff and groggy. You yawn, quietly, not wanting to wake the love of your life sleeping peacefully next to you. You softly rub your tired eyes, sitting up out of bed and stretching. Time for another long day. You wish you didn't have to be up so early, but you really can't afford to miss work. You and your...
Her screams echoed throughout the Darkspear Hold. Zulanji eyes were closed tightly in pain as she tried to crawl away from the troll cock that had just impaled her supple ass. Continuing her futile attempts to get away, her thoughts trailed to how she had got into this mess to begin with. Zulanji scanned herself up and down in the mirror-like surface of the...