And here is the second and final part. I already said my thanks in the previous posting, but you can't thank anyone enough. So thanks to Jazcullen, The Guild and Asylumseeker for their dedicated time and help for making this story what it is now. For those wanting to stay up to date, I've created a Yahoo group to stay in touch. I'm taking a small break fr...
He had a revolving door of females, I should know because I was always running into them leaving his apartment. I work the night shift 10pm to 6am every day. By the time I'd get home I'd always see him kissing his flavor of the month (week? day?) goodbye. Usually it would happen that I would crawl out of my car and on to the elevator of our apartment buildin...
Sometimes living with danger is exciting. I met Kassandra not long after I took up residence on Chicago's northside while I was attending DePaul University as I worked on my MFA in 2001. I had managed to sublet a studio apartment three blocks from the campus from the son of the previous tenant, an older woman who had moved to an assisted living facility in...
It was a cold and gray November day and I was standing in a vacant lot in Chicago, the damp wind chilling me to the bone as I took in my surroundings. Small chunks of burnt wood and soot-stained dry wall combined with bits of broken glass to litter the ground while little bits of lightweight trash skipped through the lot, pushed by the incessant wind. I...
[Note: Thanks to Curious2c--this story was inspired by, though it's quite different from, his story "Triple Trouble".] * I suppose you might think I was a complete idiot—the blindest, most stupid of husbands. But the thing is.... Well, first, hindsight is always 20-20. But beyond that, like most happily married men, I loved and trusted my wife. I had abs...
She shivered. "Are you cold babe?" He had the heat cranked all the way up. Even naked he felt a sheen of sweat on his forehead but her comfort was more important. "No. Nervous." "Good nervous or bad nervous?" "Good." The frown faded but he did not smile. "Okay then?" She nodded but did not speak. He stood and moved to sit on the bed beside her. She f...
Chapter Two: The Screenwriters Before they left to meet the screenwriter at the Texan, Sally and Valerie packed a bag with clothes more appropriate for submitting to their Master. Both were lost in their thoughts on the drive. Valerie was still frustrated by how easily Milton Freeman, the producer, managed to make her mad. It wasn't going to help her deal w...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned. *.* Aaron Timms hated Christmas. His father, a sergeant with the Colfax Police Department was killed on Christmas. Sergeant Michael Timms and h...
This is an adult sex story. All the characters are of the age of consent or far over it! Any children named or mentioned are not involved in anything sexual. This story follows "I'm Running on Empty Chapter Five." This is the story of how I spent my time starting that first week of the month of April and what my penis was doing too. Enjoy and thanks fo...
This is the tenth chapter of this story -- It should be readable without having to read the previous chapters, but the back-story does explain how Penny and Sean got into this strange lifestyle. It veers pretty far into Loving Wives territory, and a little BDSM, so if you don't like that sort of thing, please go no further. If that melts your butter, I hope...