This will be more interesting and make more sense if you read Chapter 1 first. It is about Marsha and John sharing their individual viewpoints with a marriage therapist, including all the juicy details of their infidelities. * John "Hello Mr. Richards. Did you measure the size of your penis like I asked?" John nodded his head and said, "Yes. Fully erect...
"Hey Jace, what're you up to tomorrow?" crackled Joey's friendly voice over the phone line. "Going to the Concours. What else is there?" Jason replied with a laugh, not surprised at hearing from his best old car buddy. "I figured that and have a little proposition for you to consider." "Shoot." "You know that we're taking four cars there tomorrow." "Yea...
Author's Note: This is kind of a long one, but let her dance, and you'll not be sorry. Thanks. **** The Arrival **** The anticipation was the worst part. I couldn't decide if I was excited or nervous, but I definitely felt uneasy. The chair I sat in was surprisingly comfortable, given its lack of arm rests. There wasn't much to do but wait. I stared...
Day Six Interior-Andi Samuel's Bedroom 0342 Hours Tammy threw the dart up, watching it carefully. She grinned when it stuck in the high ceiling on the first try. Tugging gently on the line coming down from it, she satisfied herself that it was secure. She let the thin line out, stopping when she saw that it was level with Andi's cheek, and tied it off. S...
At the base of Mount Olympus, near to the border between the realms of mortals and gods, there was a large and glorious hot spring. The waters of the spring bubbled up from the ground, warmed by the fire of Hades, and the bathes it formed ranged in temperature from comfortably warm to scalding hot. The air was always thick with steam and pleasantly scented t...
Rachel Robins felt the hot caress of the Southern sun on her well-oiled body as she effortlessly pulled on the oar in her hands, propelling the canoe down the sleepy, sultry river. The summer sun and the sight of her husband in the canoe ahead, along with the consumables they'd taken along, had conspired to make her very horny. She reveled in the sight of h...
This story is heavily interracial but after some heart searching, I decided that it belonged marginally more in the Loving Wives category than it did in Interracial Love. ***** I suffered possibly severe concussion together with undoubted traumatic stress and, as a result, a large portion of this tale consists of snapshots and short video sequences, separ...
"I know honey. I can't do much without the PI's investigation and I can't hold off the decision much longer." Cliff stated. "Why can't they get the information we need?" Monica asked. "We don't know enough about her and they are stonewalled as well, like she never existed, not in New York City anyway. What we and they know is really sketchy at best. We sh...
By extremely popular and somewhat emphatic demand, here is the companion to my story "That Summer." This is not a sequel by the traditional definition but there was some part of my story that was begging to be told after I completed it. I only ever intended to make it a stand alone story and honestly, I think it best represented all I wanted; the song, a bri...
Communal solitude sometimes sits in the eaves before taking flight. Beads of sweat burst onto my brow as I muscled my way through another set of ten chin ups on the cross bar out in the barn. The aroma of the recent hay season was in my nostrils as the chaff stuck to the sweat on my back and belly and when I dropped to the floor a pair of rose breasted barn...