I'm Desiree, and I'm a dancer. No, not a ballerina. And you won't see me in Broadway shows. Or backing up singers at rock concerts. The dancing I do is a bit more...exotic. Yeah, okay, I'm a stripper. Strippers traffic in fantasy. We embody fantasy. We facilitate it. We act it out. We ARE fantasy. Our audiences (usually men) see something in us that they wa...
Paris would have been my first choice, With perhaps Rome or Amsterdam second. But Hamburg? It was hardly tourist-land. But Wendy's name had been on the entry form and she had chosen Hamburg. "We've been to all the others." She said. It had been one of those "You have been chosen..... " things, which come through the letterbox most days. I had always though...
Author's note: This is the 5th book in this series. The other books are: Book 1: He Fucked My Girl Book 2: All in My Head Book 3: Making It Work Book 4: Consequences This story, Life After We, starts a few weeks after the end of Consequences. This story is a lot of things - a cuckold story, a cheating wife story, a nonconsensual sex story - most of...
I took my time getting back from my half-baked attempt to run off with the love of my life, Janine. My surprise visit was a disaster in some ways, but good in one aspect. It gave me time to think about what I was doing wrong in my life...and how to correct it. I had almost made up my mind. I had concluded that my unconventional desires had led me to neglect...
It was a long drive, nearly 14 hours from Virginia to a small town east of Chicago. I really don't know what possessed me to do it on the spur of the moment, but you know how guys can be really dumb. I hadn't seen Janine in nearly four months and I was due. I told my wife that I needed to chill out for a few days and would go visit an old buddy of mine. So h...
"It was supposed to be a sure thing," complained Susie's husband, Paul. His voice still echoed in her head. "I had specific information. It was easy money." Of course it wasn't easy money. Gilded Ribbon faded down the stretch, just like Paul's dreams of cashing in on a five thousand dollar bet. Five thousand dollars they didn't have. "Where'd you get the m...
Mr. St. Franklin was a difficult man to be friends with. He viewed all others in order of their usefulness to him. Yet, Mr. St. Franklin, defying all odds, had a friend. He was Bob, who was without a doubt the nicest man in the twelve western states (as well as a grand swath of western Canada). Bob and Mr. St. Franklin had known each other since childhood....
Sara and I were sitting by a boarding gate at Miami International, waiting for our flight to St. George. We traveled between the States and St. George a great deal and had become friendly with many of the flight crews who worked this run. However, the flight attendant who picked up the PA microphone this morning was new to us. She was a pert blonde with a wi...
The first time that Dean Stone saw her – saw either of them – was in the breakfast room overlooking the river. "Dine in style", the brochure said. "Gaze out over the beautiful valley and the undulating hills behind. But Dean wasn't interested in beautiful valleys or hills; undulating or otherwise. Dean was interested in Mrs. Claire St. John. When Dean had a...
Detective, April St Claire laid the whole operation on the table. The table was a corner booth and belonged to the Old Salt City Jail Restaurant in Salt Lake City Utah. She said had found evidence that a local couples retreat, was illegally recording intimate sexual encounters and posting them on the web. It was a new twist on a kink and people were willing...