I'm Jerry Jones. I'm twenty-six years old and work for an insurance agency owned by my girlfriend's father. Jennifer or Jen as I call her is twenty-four and a really good looking woman. I have been working for Ben Wilkinson for three years now. He hired me fresh out of college. I have taken all the state insurance exams and am licensed to sell any type of i...
I've written this sad story about the destruction of a family after a wife cheated and her husband became an "accepting cuckold" for a very short time. He was too weak and scared to confront his wife and her lover on their holiday. Although this story was inspired by a tale written by goo_62, it isn't a sequel. Please understand I enjoy writing in the na...
Before reading this little adventure, I would ask you to please read the earlier parts of The Weekend story. Originally intended as a stand-alone story the first part has been changed slightly at the suggestion of several readers in order to extend and complete the tale of our heroine. An absolute figment of my imagination, there may not be enough sexual s...
PART 3 JANET MOVES IN. A week had past since Janet came to dinner, and enjoyed her first experienced of anal intercourse. Before she left our home, she had expressed her desire to leave her husband, and come to live with Angela and I. I was working in my office when Angela walked in still naked after her shower. God she was a sexy creature, she stood oppos...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. This Chapter is dedicated to the group of ex-pat Guys and Girls on Ibiza and Menorca who have supported this story from the beginning; this is the chapter I was tucked away on the boat editing in the afternoons...
She could see the gathered crowd as the ship landed, the winged horses' feet finally landing on Marq ground. Tears rose to Kistle's eyes as she recognized Remy's smiling face and Scar's imposing height. Not waiting for the horseman to tell her that it was safe to leave the ship, Kistle threw the doors open and took her chances with a leap. She knew that Rade...
Kierania March, 1825 Rade crouched down beside the fire, poking the burning embers with a stick as he watched his men drag their heels to their tents around him. It had been more than four months, and the violence of the war seemed to be everlasting. Just that day, he had lost twenty-seven men in the battle of the Valleys, and even though it had been a Mar...
Chapter 8 Moving On Valerie slowly rose out of sleep, conscious of only her lover lying next to her, their arms draped across each other. She shifted a bit and winced as the welts from the caning throbbed at being stretched. Valerie smiled and moved again, anxious to feel the evidence of having been reclaimed by her Master. The pain in her ass was matched...
Cycle 233. I am pretty sure this is cycle 233 for me. I have no way to count other than my mind, and my mind is probably trustworthy but it is difficult to tell sometimes. I replay this story in my mind every day because it is better than going insane but I am keeping count. I try to repeat this in my mind with the same words, these exact words. Trying to ke...
I awoke five days later in a hospital. The majority of my body was covered in casts or bandages. I was in some sort of traction bed, so I was completely immobilized. I lay there for a few minutes trying to remember what had happened to me. When I couldn't I became frightened. I even imagined that I might be dead like those characters in movies who don't reme...