My name is Sue and I've been married to my husband, Tom, for 10 years, I always thought we had a good marriage. But don't all women? We tend not to look at what we don't want to see. Bury our head in the sand. Don't face facts. Even when the ugly reality is staring straight at us. Our problems started with little things. One night out of the clear blue, he...
We stood on the top of the overlooking hill, our furry haunches twitching in anticipation. All it took was the pointed command of Tony Rockster's lieutenant, and we were off like the wraiths of Odin's wild hunt across that pitiful town called Oaks Haven. The frosty night air wasn't enough to chill my hot, thumping blood. The rules were simple. Capture the t...
Starring Big-Boobed Educator Hilda Humper in: "The Spelling Bee" Written by Victor C. Nathan * "Now class, pay attention," Hilda Humper said to her twelfth grade English class as she adjusted the strap of her triple J cup brassiere and let her eyes scan the boys' groins for hints of erections. "This being close to spring break, we are going to do somethi...
Impossible McGuffins and future loose Ends The trio walked up three flights and James nestled his face between molly's soft butt cheeks on her way up. He slid his nose up and down her slippery pussy lips for just a moment while she walked up the bouncy steps. He couldn't wait to see Stephanie, and when Pepper dramatically swung open the door he saw another...
George's cock was hard as he awoke with a start. He could vividly remember the dream he was having: Sam, his 18 year old downstairs roommate, was lying next to him, stroking his dick and rubbing his chest. He moaned to himself instinctively as he realized it was not a dream at all. "Hey, Sa-" he started, catching himself as he recognized his wife, Jenny, in...
Nerd. It's a title I've worn proudly for most of my life. Actually it's a title I've cultivated. I've always had glasses with the elastic holder around my neck, even though my vision is 20-20. They are only reading glasses, but my public doesn't know that. I have my hair cut in a short, 1950's manner. My clothes are just slightly off kilter, geeky and diffe...
The house was quiet for the first time in a long, long time. My wife had gone upstairs to get ready for bed and I took it upon myself to click the television off. I wanted to take advantage of the time and catch up on some reading. I was nose deep in War and Peace when I heard the shower shut off. For a second, I considered going up to our bedroom in an atte...
I had gone to bed a little groggy the night before, assisted by some Jim Beam and sheer fatigue, as I had worked one hell of a day at Winthrop and Associates, a top-notch advertising firm, before I got home for a Valentine's Day date with Shelly, my wife of just one year. The date had gone well, partly due to Shelly's giving nature, where she had actually co...
My wife Daisy and I are portrait painters. Usually, when I tell people that, I get a puzzled expression. Fact is, rich people still get their mugs immortalized in oil on canvas. The Cordells, in Texas, were a good example. Four generations of Cordells had their portraits painted and hung in the main house at the ranch. Daisy and I got the commission to pain...
Sarah's soft sigh of contentment woke Brian a few hours later. They were snuggled beneath a wool blanket, the glowing embers of the fire still keeping the interior of the cabin warm and cozy. Brian held her cradled spoonlike against him, and he smiled, nuzzling her neck with soft kisses to wake her up. Sarah blinked several times, sighing again as she snugg...