Even though she had wealth, wore the best designer clothes, and had hairstylists give her the best cut and color, cosmeticians remove her facial hair, give her facials and do her makeup, had personal chefs prepare her strict yet delicious dietary menus, personal trainers plan her exercise targets and routine, and a plastic surgeon nip and tuck away her wrink...
NOTE: This was tough to categorize, but ends up in Loving Wives for hopefully good reason. Enjoy. ***** I guess I should not have been surprised, I mean, it wasn't the first-time Taylor had strayed from his woman. Heck, he had a history of it. That was how we had gotten together. I fell for his lines when I worked for a friend of his, ending up breaking up...
I write for my own enjoyment, and possibly for a few others. If you are reading this as a way of dealing with your anger at your own situation, I am sorry for your pain, but I suggest you go elsewhere. Those who demand either BTB or RAAC will surely be disappointed. Also, there is nothing even close to exciting sexual activity described here. * What do I d...
Just one quick look at the face of Kelly Ann and I knew there was something seriously wrong. She had apparently been beating on my door for a few minutes. I had been dead to the world, a late, late night. My wife Caroline was at her mother's beach house for the week and I had slipped off to the horse track for some R and R of my own. I thought I heard kn...
It is three o'clock on a Friday afternoon and I was not looking forward to the weekend. My wife, Kat, had endless galas and fundraisers I was supposed to go to which meant I'd get to spend the next three days watching her flirt with every man in the room and then pass out before I even got a chance to kiss her goodnight. Not that I wanted to kiss her nowaday...
I'm frantic, I only have two hours left and my provider is stalling me. I must see her before it's too late. I've dialed her number so many time I know it by heart. Good, it's ringing instead of going straight to voice-mail, my pulse quickens. "Pick up, please pick up" I whisper hoarsely, praying. Finally she answers, "Hello!" she sounds annoyed, "What do...
Was she wearing knickers? I couldn't help but wonder as I watched my secretary, Carol, bend over to retrieve a file. It could be a g-string I thought. Yes, that was the most likely option. For some reason my wife had been a bit on the jealous side when I told her about my new secretary. 18 years old and fresh out of school, long blonde hair and glowing blu...
I sat for some time in my car and stared at the Norris building. I had worked here for over fourteen years and now it was beginning to pay off. Tim Wilson, the CEO, had called me in yesterday and informed me that the company was about to receive a huge government contract. He also said that this would necessitate the establishment of an entirely new divisio...
"I, Riley Baxter, am a patient man. Now some people mistake patience for being wimpy. I am not a wimp. I bet some of you are thinking that I'm a 'I don't get mad, I get even' type of guy. Wrong. I am a 'revenge greater than the injury' type of guy. Not many people know that because by waiting I have been able to structure revenges without implicating myself....
The steady drumbeat of his #2 Ticonderoga filled Mark Mitchum's ears as he spent the better part of Friday morning at his work desk, daydreaming. It had been over a week since he and his wife, Sherry, had indulged in what could only be called very indecent activities on the way home from Coach Monroe's retirement banquet. Mark still took a huge amount of n...