from an idea by dahlia57 * Kira organizes in Paris, every two months or so, a kitty party for the Indian women she had met on the plane when commuting between Paris and New Delhi. It's an occasion for these women to eat Indian pastries, share gossips, view the latest Indian movie or show off the last garments and jewels their husbands had bought them. As K...
Why is it that when you're young, you don't think much about the details? When I graduated high school, I never thought about the cost of college, just getting accepted. I did get a few scholarships but they didn't completely cover the field I wanted to go in. So here I am, doing the only thing I knew at the time I could to pay for it. It started February my...
You may think this story belongs in the humor section, maybe or maybe not. I have had more than a few emails and comments regarding the continuation of my story Mr. Lucky. I really like the main characters in that story and felt like writing with them in mind again. As the story developed it naturally veered toward the loving wives category. Despite how so...
It had rained earlier in the morning, a hard, wind-driven downpour and Nicholas was forced to sidestep ankle-deep pools of mucoid water that had collected at the street corners. Now the rain was letting up; the clouds began to skid off towards New England and beyond. Weak shafts of sunlight squeezed down between the buildings of midtown Manhattan. It was sti...
I hadn’t seen Sue for a while now, not seen she has separated from my uncle John and that had been about three years ago, I must have been about 28 at the time. There had been various rumours going around the family as to the reason for their split up. Uncle John, he was my mums youngest bother, was only 15 years older than me and had been quite a ladies...
The alarm rang and I woke tired, thoughts of last night put a smile on my face. Finally, I don't have to hide my cross-dressing from Jill any longer. I jumped out of bed, took a shower, and toweled off quickly. When I reentered the bedroom I noticed Jill had laid out some clothes for me on the bed with a note. It read, "Prepare for a day of fun!" I had...
The last strap is set firmly in place, Eliza is not going anywhere, not unless I let her. She is standing at the foot of the bed, bent over it, with her arms in restraints that are connected to the front bedposts. Stepping back I take her in, she is beautiful. She only wears a pair of black leather heels while her ass and already wet vagina wait for me, pati...
He opened his eyes and saw an angel. She was perfection. Her hair was a blond corona that cascaded down to her shoulders, framing her flawless face. It glowed as if on fire, almost white in its radiance. Her skin was clear and white, as if made of marble, and her cheekbones were high and fine. Her eyes were a piercing blue, watching him intently, moist with...
It's strange what can become mundane. Even as I sit on the commuter train home, crowded and hemmed in by the inevitable Friday evening crowds, the evening's routine plays out in my head putting the events into familiar sequence. That said, there's still an undercurrent of excitement, reflecting something – but what? The thrill of breaking of taboos? We've...
CHAPTER 1 Turning into her driveway, blonde Kelly Dryden stopped to open the gates but by the time she was out of the car her passing neighbor, just three houses along Wentworth Avenue, was opening the gates for her. She moved forward to talk to Gus Matheson, calling out hi. His green eyes raked her. "God you look great. I love leather suits on women who...