I lay on my bed in the dark, typing. My husband, via my Apple laptop computer, kept me company. With my hips elevated on three pillows, my thighs spread as comfortably as I could get them, and my rectum practically filled with KY lubricant, I still ached. "This is crazy," I wrote. He came back: "Half an hour. Not a second less." It had been in me now for f...
It was a rainy Sunday morning when Nicole called. "Hey Shelby! Wanna do brunch today?" Shelby looked over at her husband still sound asleep. She'd worked him pretty hard last night as the pleasantly dull ache between her legs reminded her. "Sure thing! He's still asleep so I'll shower quick and meet you. Usual place." Shelby said. "See you soon, Babe!" re...
Author's Note: I am resubmitting Chapter 7 of this series because something went wrong the last time and some story that was NOT mine showed up under my title... no clue how that happened!!! Hopefully, it will come through correctly this time... * "Oh, my God! You're Jack Nicholson!" exclaimed the receptionist in the spa at Pacific Views Inn of Santa Barba...
[Not a stroke story, at all. This is a story about people thinking they could do what the wanted without a thought about the consequences of getting caught. Perhaps this can't happen where you live, in which case I ask, "Why live there?" As always comments and votes are encouraged.] Leslie slammed the door of her Camry and started crying. Through the te...
Jessamine tugged the cap down low over her brow and rubbed her wool covered hands together as she hid in an alley next to a cigar shop. She knew when she had decided to sneak into the Monigold Hearth and Steam factory that it might dangerous. She just didn't think it would be so chilly. "Balls." The young woman mumbled as she shivered in the gray pea coat s...
Don't laugh, but I wanted to apply for a job at a lingerie shop. The kind where the hottest women go to get the most lacy leathery or just revealing garments, that they'll do what we can only imagine in? Not possible of course; well unless the guy was gay and the owner was hip. Maybe the owner thought having a gay guy on staff would make the place more chic...
Tiger moms are mothers of children in the U.S. of Chinese and Indian ethnicity who relentlessly drive their children to greater and greater achievement. The term is of very recent origin but Tiger moms have been in existence for decades. Rupa's body language was clear in spite of her assumed casualness—she was about to repeat a request. "Ma." "Yes, Rupa?...
- Hi, it's Joe! - Oh, it wasn't exactly yesterday, I answered in the phone. - I'm in town and thought we could meet for a beer and a bite. - Guess that's possible. Do you have a time in mind? - Next Saturday evening is a good time for me. Is that available? - I need to check with my wife. I have to come back to you. - Still married with that Meredith?...
I was gently awakened from my deep slumber as James' lips softly brushed my cheeks. Turning my face to his, with my eyes adjusting to the daylight. He smiled kindly and whispered. "Breakfast is served. I'll see you at seven tonight and stick to the rules!" He turned on his heels and strolled out of the bedroom, down the stairs and out the front door on his...
Rain soaked the dry land for days. Everything was gray and brown—gray sky, mud under-foot that quickly covered all it touched. Peasants danced in the streets, mindless of their drenched rags, for life had come in gentle sheets at the last possible moment, thwarting a disastrous season. In the small castle, glasses tinked together in celebration of the good...