It was actually somewhat odd to be alone with her given the night we were having. As I cleaned up my face with my shirt, I had a chance to think about what I had done, and what we were doing. I remembered my girlfriend for the first time. Ex girlfriend now, I realized, after I told her about this -- knowing that I wouldn't be able to lie about it. I looked b...
When I was a senior in high school I had a class with Ms. Morgan, and Ms. Morgan was attractive. Unusually so. Or at least she was to me. Alyssa Morgan was her full name, and she didn't show a lot of cleavage or wear high heels or anything like that but was attractive in a subtle way, in a sort of way she couldn't help, and had long, dark, hair, almost black...
There must have been over 300 people packed into that room and I struggled to secure an unobstructed position for myself amidst the self-absorbed, rowdy group. I noticed with some consternation that most of these women had been drinking and didn't seem to care one bit as they bumped into me, other people, and various pieces of furniture in their attempt to g...
Copyright 2019 by Stormbringer Note: This is a rewrite of my story "The Unwanted Houseguest" written back in May of 2000. It has been read over one million times at one website with an average score around 9 out of 10. The original was written at a time I was considering retiring and I wanted to write the ultimate cheating wife story. It had all the themes...
If I wasn't capable of being angry at Jennie right then, I had no trouble being pissed off at that bastard George Atherton! A smug, smooth, self-righteous asshole. It took me just ten minutes to drive to his house. When I rang the bell his wife Angela answered. "Hi, Brad! Nice to see you—this is a surprise!" "Hi Angela. I'm sorry to bother you, but is Geor...
"Oh my gosh, Addy!" She screamed when I opened the door. There she stood, wearing a overly thick thermal coat, huge pants that looked like you could have your own heating unit kept in there, and some earmuffs that hung from her neck. "Gah, you still calling me Addy, Laila?" I chuckled and gave her a signal to come in as I picked up her bags. "Damn! You do k...
She was heading up to Cordoba's room. What could he possibly want now? At this critical moment, there was no time for games, and Cordoba loved games. Oh, he never called them as such. He never even insinuated that it was foolishness that came across his mind. No, to him, he was a fucking genius. And geniuses deserved special treatment and every idea warrante...
Note: This story is a transsexual erotic romance. It involves mild BDSM, with a male dominant and a t-girl submissive. If you think you'll like that combination, then read on! If not, perhaps it's time to check out another story. You can't say I didn't warn you ;) * * * * "Jenna," I said, with a smile on my face, "could you move out of the way, please? I'...
Previously on Making Scents: "Ok, let me ask you this." Tyson continued. "Do you really think you can discover a magical formula that will make people irresistible?" "It's the basic pheromone principle." Donald explained. "We know how they work and they are very powerful in the animal world. If you can just find the correct scent for a person at the right...
Christine sat quietly, looking out the window of their bedroom window. She loved the quiet times in the morning, her husband Dale off to working meant she could sit and think. It was close to a full mile to the road down by the river, she knew that almost the moment Dale got in from the field he was clearing, he would want to go down there. The big Salmon...