There are some things that only someone who is born and raised in India will understand, especially the entire "Marriage" circus. I checked all the check marks that is expected of a "boy" of my generation: Engineer, Masters in US and Working in Silicon Valley. The only thing remaining was getting married. My Family sent me pics and the details of the "prospe...
My wife Mary is a good looking woman considering that we recently celebrated our fortieth anniversary. True, she has a slight midriff problem as most women in their late fifties have, but she has other good qualities. Like her breast are still a mostly perky at a full C cup with perky nipples that still point outward instead of sagging. Then again her long s...
My name is Peter, and I am probably not a sex robot. I can distinctly remember not being a sex robot. I had kids, a job which was only about 85% unpleasant, a house, a car. Granted, the website does say "Every FuckBuddy[TM] comes with its own unique backstory!" And the website did have a picture of me on it, shirtless, with SOLD! blazoned across it. And Trud...
No characters in the story below are under the age of 18. This is my first story so please bear with any punctuation mistakes and what not i may have made. I hope you all enjoy it. ***** "That's enough!" the king screamed. His fist slamming into the arm of his throne so loud you'd swear the whole kingdom could hear. In most kingdoms, it was considered a...
Kaye heard the front door close, the sound of bottles clinking together, and the deep swell of male laughter float down the hallway. She sat at her dressing table finishing her makeup and applying perfume. Her green eyes were cat like with their smoky black eyeshadow, and her lips sparkled with a wet slick of strawberry scented gloss. She was just straighten...
Once upon a time... My friends call me Puss. I'm a private investigator. I get the goods on cheating spouses and track down deadbeats. It's not glamorous, but it pays the bills. I was a cop for ten years and damn good one. Then one night we responded to a fight at a dance club in the warehouse district. By the time we got there, it was a real brawl. Most...
All stories in this series are scenes out of Complex Relationship I did not write in order to keep the story moving. However I decided it would be fun to make series out of these moments so without further ado I give you Remember When... Thanks luvtaread for editing. Brandon sat with his wife Ashley and good friends Katy and Mel on a deck overlooking the i...
You arrive home. It's been a long day - you're tired, you're annoyed. Those bitches at work. Bitches. You've got 16 hours before you'll be back there. Best make it good. So many chores. You just want to relax. You open the door. Shiny. Glistening clean. Soft scent of some cleaning product or another. There is relaxing music playing - it's coming from every...
Life as a slave wasn't so bad for Kaia. Many slaves had a much worse life as they were forced into field or municipal labor or as a soldier in the army. Kaia had been a slave ever since she could remember, but her situation was unusual. She was not owned by a specific master or the state, but rather by the Temple of Aphrodite. The High Priestess Cassiopeia p...
The following events are entirely fictional. ***** I'd never been one to frequent skin clubs. But after a long week, I just wanted to unwind, and the company of a lovely lady was usually good for that. So I had a pocket full of Washingtons and called a cab; I worked as a researcher for a production studio in LA, and didn't drive any more frequently than...