She was naked; and horny. Lurching down the dusk-shrouded streets of Panama City, drifting away from the Interstate, she grappled with her own lust. Gazing at ther reflection in the sheen of a department store window, the shock, the awe impacted her again. Her hair was still the same auburn-red as ever, in a short, stylishly functional center-part; yet her u...
To My Readers: Sorry it took so long to submit the latest chapter. Previous chapters had comments that I need an editor, I couldn't find one, so I have been letting my wife edit it for me. So Enjoy Chapter 05. More is on the way, and as always, Comments are appreciated. KhaoticMethod. ************************************************ October 18, 2013 (Fr...
Just a quick note for the readers I am not a tattoo artist any more than a Greek Mythologist. This is a work of fiction and any miss steps in the way things really work are because of these facts. None of the people in this piece are real, any reference to the real world is purely coincidental. Enjoy. * It was over. He was three days from opening his own...
'I see I come at an inconvenient time, you are dressed to go out,' the man says, and his voice is almost hypnotic, inspiring incredible confidence, and making Vincent rather suspicious. For who is to say that this man isn't using a spell on him? He tries sight, sees nothing, and then remembers his manners. 'Good evening, sir, we were indeed just going out,...
Authors Notes: #1 This story is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 or older #2 WARNING!! This story is about a woman, who encouraged by her husband, screws another man. Therefore it is a cuckold story. I recognize many Loving Wives readers object to cuckold stories; although I'm at a loss on how to write a LW story that would fulfill the requirement...
Kalas woke up with a start and found the bed empty beside him. This was usual since the assault on his wife. The first time he had panicked and had run naked through the manor searching for her. He had found her in the study with a book of spells. She didn't seem to care about what had happened and always changed the subject when he attempted to broach it. O...
Pamela climbed the stairs from the dressing room to the main gym with anticipation: she always enjoyed her late-evening exercise, it was her relaxation and meditation time. This had been an awfully tense day at work, so tonight there would be no weight-machines, just a long ride on the semi-recumbent Exercycle, then a thorough stretch. She scanned the room:...
I was sitting in the waiting room with about twelve other applicants. The agency said there would be competition, but I never expected this much. I had arrived just after lunch and I was the next to be called in for my interview. When the receptionist nodded to me and said, "Becky, your next," I stood as she opened the door to the office. He stood and moti...
God, I couldn't believe it, here I was, tied up with my erection poking through the plastic ring...and Daphne was tease-torturing me as I clutched the string to the plastic ring in my mouth...oh God. The door opened, and Master Tanner came in behind her, brandishing a pair of children's scissors that he'd borrowed from my son's room. Playfully, Tanner ran th...
-one- Almost every evening before he went home from the office, Matt Raines stopped in at the compound bar and had a nice relaxing drink. It wasn't that he couldn't relax at home but just that he enjoyed the privacy he got while he was in the bar. Matt poured the dark foaming bottle of beer into his tall glass and leaned 'back in his chair to enjoy his s...