I came home late and as I expected you were already asleep. I stopped at the door to our bedroom and watched you peacefully sleeping, your chest rising slowly. You looked so happy. It was a hot night, you had pushed the covers down to your waist, and your powerful manly chest was lit by the soft streetlight diffusing through the curtains. I slipped my cloth...
"Would you like something to drink, or a snack?" The attractive blonde stewardess was leaning over and smiling sweetly. "No thanks" said Lucy. She glanced over at her husband Ian in the window seat. He was asleep -- or pretending to be. Sod him. "On second thoughts I'll have a Bacardi and coke -- actually make that a double. And some peanuts". What the he...
* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (31 min/mp3) * * * * * (Author's note: this is the Text with Audio version of a story which I originally posted as "Just My Imagination" in text only.) They were in his car, heading for a remote cabin in the Catskill Mountains. Michael was kidnapping Karen. Although he didn't know it. And Kar...
Author's note: There was this comment on the last chapter. Two criticisms on this chapter 05/17/14 By: raggmopp I have enjoyed all your writing and, unlike many of your critics, I do see the characters changing over time with each new lover Jen takes on. However, I have two criticisms on this chapter. As many others have pointed out Jen is taking a terr...
A Perfect Wife Bill Nelson was a happy man as he drove home early from a business meeting. He had just closed a great deal for his company. His commission on this one deal would put him far ahead for the salesman of the year title. That would give him a great bonus and his commission alone would be well into the upper six figure bracket. Everyone Bill did...
Many thanks must once again go to Jill, who planted the seeds of the second part in my mind! And as usual if you don't like stories where there is cheating, cuckolding or watching unfaithful woman then go read something else. Constructive criticism I can live with but some people need to check what they are doing reading stuff like this if they don't like d...
"It's God Himself, I think. That's the true lost lover. At least, I think that's the place where Will gets sad." Bijou curled her legs under her and leaned forward to refill Sara's wineglass before she continued. "I don't know, it's merely a theory. But I think he's smart enough to be aware that faith is beautiful and necessary, that magic and the angelic...
"Get off, I was here first!" "So what? I'm his slave! His sexslave! That means I should be the one to pleasure him!" "It does not! It just means he tells you what to do. In fact, why don't you just go make breakfast or something? Be a good little housewife, while the young ones have some fun?" "Oh, you bitch! I bet you don't even know how to give a good b...
I love the bookstore. I love going there, and spending hours at a time. The bookstore that I normally frequent was put out of business when a corporate store moved in and swallowed them up. I grudgingly took my business to the new larger establishment, and eventually felt at home. There were a large number of chairs, couches, and a coffee bar to get a refres...
Jenny Cook had a good job as a feature writer for a leading UK Sunday paper at the more serious and worthy end of the market. It was heavy and thick, made up of ten different sections, as well as two magazines, and attempted to walk the line between left and right of the political spectrum. Twenty-eight years old, she could consider herself a success in her...