This continues the adventures of Ginny, a mid 30's submissive woman, who continues to enjoy her submissiveness. Although the events that occur in all the Ginny stories are plausible, this is fantasy. If you haven't read any of the previous parts, you should, only to understand the people and relationships in the story. I appreciate comments from anyone who t...
Disclaimer: I want to thank my editor Sexyvibe for his edits. I appreciate the time and effort to make my story more readable. All characters in this story are of legal age. This is a work of fiction, but I have to warn you. If you expect good dialog, flawless grammar and a non-stereotyped story this is not a story for you. ***** "It has been one he...
Chapter Two: (Dan's POV) After seeing my nearly naked, recently fucked wife at Menard's place I couldn't bear to go back to my empty apartment. I drove for ninety minutes to the coast, walked, wept and considered swimming out to sea until I couldn't swim back. Instead I stood alone on a rocky promontory and screamed out my pain and rage which only served to...
Loosely based on "The Memoirs of Fanny Hill by John Cleland" 1. Autumn Hertfordshire, North of London, 1833. The stagecoach rattled noisily over rough bridleways and through shady country lanes, cutting through the early morning mist. Jenny could hear the horse's leather harnesses jingling and their hooves thudding noisily against dry, compacted earth bak...
Jasmine jumped through the portal and arrived at a modern station with shiny metallic floors. There was a weird-looking humanoid with an extremely long neck that was in charge of the portal's transit. Moya looked at him and her intuition told her that this individual was going to cause trouble, so she walked faster, gaining some distance between her and Jasm...
HEADS UP: This is one of those slow-builds that you've heard about. You know, where the sex doesn't happen until the end of a long-ish chapter, pissing off anyone looking for a quick jerk before work? Yeah, like that. However, even if you're not bothered by a slow build, you should also know that the content of this story might be considered by some—includi...
Knock, knock, knock! "Wife?" Jansetta's eyelids were sticky. Dragging them apart seemed like a chore. There weren't any windows to aim daylight into her face, but she could tell it was morning. "Wife, are you awake?" A long, heavy yawn came out of her. Her limbs stretched under the light blanket. "Ahhh ... Husband?" "Good morning! Breakfast should...
They say pride comes before a fall. I can tell you it's true. I had always hated my husband's conferences. I had always hated having to play the 'Little Woman' whose sole role in life was to support her big, strong husband in his glittering career. It wasn't that William, my husband didn't have a glittering career; he most certainly did and if things went...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Chapter 37 A breeze blew through the lab from the open windows, carrying the sirens from the busy city streets. Boo twisted the collar valve on the Bunsen burner until the flame burned an incandescent blue. He then smirked at Wolfy who appeared to be struggling to fit his goggles over his bushy sideburns. "Ey, you know Don bedded Stephanie the other night?"...