There he is. Lying there, snoring away. My sweet husband ignorant of my late night desire. I thought about him all day before he came home from work. I fantasized about him coming home, taking off his clothes, taking a shower, and then me jumping in with him. I thought about how I would wrap my arm sensuously around him from behind, pressing my body against...
*Hey guys, this is a new one. This is based on a few experiences, all jumbled together. Thanks so much to Sam, and LaRascasse for the edits (: * "Night Claudia! I hope you sleep well, see you tomorrow." "Good night Sarah! Talk in the morning." I yelled back, snuggling into bed. I had come down to Narrow Springs for the night, to spend some time with Sara...
Okay - there's a little poetic licence here in the sense that I believe six berth sleeper compartments have long disappeared from the British Isles, but, hell, it's my fantasy based on travel abroad, so this technical detail aside, please... enjoy :) * There was a cock-up with the reservations, which initially, yes, it rather peeved me, but there's such a...
The blame is mine, at least for the affairs beginning, although I had nothing to do with its continuance and I'm still not sure how I feel about that. I need to start by saying that I have never wanted to see my wife with another man nor have I ever wanted her to have affairs. But life sometimes gives you a whole lot of what you do not want. It started with...
Something pulled me from my deep, comfortable sleep. I’m not sure what it was, but suddenly I was wide-awake and staring at the shadows made by the light of the full moon through the trees. They played across the ceiling and walls hypnotically and for a long time I watched them and listened to the rhythmic sound of my husband’s breathing. It was when he beg...
Mayra sat down on the couch next to Azri and Pia, folding her large peacock-like wings carefully over the back of the couch. After several cups of tea, Pia seemed to have warmed up, and was asleep in a cocoon of blankets. The only part of her that was visible was her face, pink and warm, framed by wisps of her straight green hair. On the television, Star Cop...
Art and Jane were staying in London for two weeks having arrived nearly a week ago from their home in California. They'd been out to lunch with Mavis, an English friend they'd know from home, and it was time to start moving on. They'd talked for about an hour after eating, and the staff at the restaurant wanted to clean up and have a break before dinner. Th...
This is a fictional story; any resemblance is just coincidental and uncanny. If you are offended by strong-minded powerful women controlling, using, and abusing others (men or women), or put off by fetishes like cuckold, spanking, whipping, humiliation, then please STOP NOW. Please search something more suitable to your interests. If you are intrigued by fem...
Fine, that's how I felt. My husband and I finally on our long awaited vacation. Sitting at the bar in our very nice hotel I did miss the kids but I was thoroughly enjoying myself. Looking across the table at my husband enjoy the very good jazz playing and just having a very relaxed time! John was downing Long Island ice teas and I was keeping up with him. No...
Cien didn't see Rose the rest of the day, but looked forward to it at sup. He found himself down at the lake, shaving his scruff off, and bathing in the cold water. As he walked up the hill to the holding, he stopped completely in his tracks when he realized he was whistling. Frowning, he continued on, careful not to whistle or smile anymore. He sat in the...