(Dear readers, sorry it's taken so long to post this next part, I'm busy with RL shit. Feed back welcome, please please please tell me what you think!) Xoxo Nightingale [1] Alright, so we all know that whatever happened between Frank and I...Will never happen again....right? I love Tanya, not Frank. I hope you all know that. We also know that we were ma...
(Attention: This is a cuckold story. It is about a wife pursuing a relationship with another man. If you don't like these kinds of stories, don't bother reading. It is not meant for you.) ***** SHELLY Sunday morning, my husband served me breakfast in bed. Poached eggs on toast, slices of tomato and a wedge of cantaloupe. He knows I like a healthy diet....
Places are meant to resemble parts of Eastern Europe, the setting is used to enhance the plot and set the ambiance. A lot of the places are fictional. ***** I stood outside an old industrial building on the corner of Korva street. My eyes peeking from under the hood of a large manly jacket I had purchased at a suspiciously cheap store the day before arrivi...
I would just like to say, on the record, that most men are pussies. Oh sure, they talk real big and fuck real hard (when they want to anyway) but all it takes to reduce one to putty is the slip of a nipple or, if you're feeling a little meaner, one quick comment about his inability to make you cum more than once. Low blow? Bull shit. What's the point in havi...
Maggie, 37, had gotten her full professorship a few years back - and with it came an immense level of leverage. She had made a name for herself studying the life cycles of fauna in controlled forests. It attracted a lot of funding from logging companies and exposed her to many wood-be brawny executives, over whom she often enjoyed delicately exerting her int...
This is a work of fiction any similarities between the characters, events, or locations in this story and actual locations, events, or people are purely coincidental. © 2006 Warlord * I looked carefully into the drawer before reaching, in but there was no obvious snare. The drawer was completely lined in deep pile to prevent "hollow sounds" from rev...
Some of you asked via email about where I have been. Let's just say that we old men should stay OFF of Harley Davidson trikes. *LOL* Maybe I will write THAT disaster later. I really do hate hospitals. This short tale is my wife Debra's fault. +++ There is nothing unique about my needing to train a new Doctor. Around here, physicians are in what I call "...
I hadn't seen Kyle in a few years. He was an old boyfriend from college; after graduation, he went to the University of Florida for law school and I had moved to Miami and settled into the grind of work. He had just broken up with a girlfriend of three years, and he was so excited when I told him I was coming to visit. So I knew I had to figure out a way to...
NOTE: After feedback from many of you (my thanks) it was clear this story was not finished. It could be read as a stand-alone tale but the context would best be understood if you read Chapters 1-5. This is still a story of healing, reconciliation and facing the demons that we all try to push-under-the carpet and try and forget. We never forget how we have be...
Part 1 Midwinter In her living room she looks at me and says, "I'm forty nine, Sid, and nobody's ever gonna fuck me again." # But that's later. First, we are sitting in my office hours after the rest of the world's work day is over. It has been a long day, working on a long project. We are punch drunk tired. Pre-trial is like that; post-trial is...