Karina awoke with her knee draped intimately across Richard's thighs and her hand resting on his chest. The steady thump of his heart and his deep breathing assured her that he was still sleeping. She availed herself of the rare opportunity to look at him unobserved. She scanned his features, softened in sleep, before running her eyes over his magnificent bo...
"What do you mean you weren't born in Chicago?" "What do you mean, what do I mean; I mean I wasn't born in Chicago, I was born in Grand Rapids, Michigan," I said trying not to laugh at my wife's obvious distress over something as trivial as my birth place. "Why, what difference does it make?" "Steve, it makes all the difference in the world," she said ang...
Daniel pounded the bag like those demons from the fires of hell he had tried to outrun. His body needed to release the frustrations and doubts that his mind refused to admit. The past four days had been fucking amazing. After his little fight with Samuel on Monday and his surprising afternoon romp in bed with his wife, that word still stuck in his throat s...
After Missy and Mark left the next morning, Sara and I began getting the downstairs ready for Missy to move in around Thanksgiving. They told us that they would probably move in the weekend before Thanksgiving since Mark was heading to New York the Sunday morning after the holiday. Of course, in the process of cleaning up the basement area that Sunday after...
"There is a beast in man that must be exercised, not exorcised." -The Satanic Bible *** It was Christmas Eve, and Jolly Old Saint Nicholas had one last job to do. A job he dreaded. Standing at an iron door in the side of a mountain at the top of the world, he lifted a rusted key from a chain around his neck and hesitated for a moment. Maybe this year, j...
Hello, I'm going to tell you a story, a true story (of course the names have been changed and some minor details) that happened to me just a few months ago that has completely transformed my life. I would even say it has liberated me unconditionally in every way. I am still a married woman, and to my husband, sons and friends there seem to be no reasons...
1. Madeleine Stewart lay wide awake but exhausted - always exhausted - in the smothering humidity of a mid-summer night. She had cast the single thin blanket from most of her body, but it was no relief; with a very inquisitive four-year-old boy curled up against her shoulder, she had no choice but to wear a shirt to bed, and tonight it clung to her damp ski...
CHAPTER 1 Sylvester Tweed violated his wife's rectum, ignoring her screams that she'd changed her mind, and inflamed in desire he rammed her into a submissive blubbering heap. Tweedie as he liked to be called, was upset sufficiently by his wife's uncooperative attitude and unseemly behavior with so much crying to suggest perhaps they ought to split up. Rit...
Hindsight truly is 100 percent. I suppose I should have been suspicious the first time my wife came home from her job in the art gallery bubbling over a new patron. But when you trust somebody completely, and she's never given you the slightest worry in the 17 years you've been together, your initial inclination is to give her a little slack. My initial in...
"Originally planned for the "One Night in XXX" story event, time and real-life drama alas caught up with me and I had to postpone finishing the story. Which worked out alright it's now a much better tale for the extra time and work. Enjoy." MST * Walking into the kitchen I looked around. "Hey, Mom?" "I'm right behind you, you don't have to yell." Her voi...