Chapter 3 As we entered the Cineplex, Rohini whispered to me, "Keep a very low profile, bend down and just follow me." "We would be sitting couple of rows behind them." "Don't sit upright; scoop down instead so that the row in front of us would block us comfortably." The movie had already started and as expected, she quickly found out where both of them...
Warning: A weak husband and a gullible wife make this another cuckold story. Note. I was sent this story unsolicited and have not had direct contact with the writer but I am posting it mainly for the humour content. Surrogate Wife My name is Ben Wood and I was brought up on a farm. My father owned the farm but it had been in the family for generations. Th...
Chapter 1: Decisions After Tia and Tim Sloan had gotten little Rik to bed they sat down and began to discuss the recent events of the day. They had casually run into Greg and Gwn Strong at the mall and invited them over this weekend for dinner. Greg was special to Tia and Tim as he was the biological father of little Rik . The evening’s conversation cent...
CHAPTER 1 Kate Scott, a curvy brunette and associate editor of the Evening Herald and judge of the newspaper's story competition, smiled when she read the covering note attached to the thick manuscript. My name is Harry Blackwell. I submit this story as my entry in the Evening Herald's Annual Best Story Competition. I don't believe I have much chance of w...
byMattblackUK© and Vandemonium1 Way back in the mists of 2012 MattblackUK wrote a fine story called 'Surrogate'. Half way through reading it I thought it was going to take a different track than the one it did. Recently I approached Matt and he gave me his kind permission to change the ending. The start of the story below is Matt's work 100%. I have indicat...
The next week was a busy one. On Sunday, after our morning sex session, I asked Anne if she had ever been to a baseball game. She said she couldn't even remember watching an entire game on TV much less actually going to a stadium to attend one. I told her that her life would not be complete if she didn't see at least one game since it was practically a requi...
This is another one of my light hearted looks at life in small town Texas. As you read this story, imagine most of the characters speaking with a country accent, and some may not be the sharpest pencil in the desk drawer. They mean well, and good usually wins out. ***** I was sitting on the couch watching midget wrasslin when Mildred walked in from the bed...
This is the twenty-fourth in a series of stories about a scientist named Edward Vitello who has in his possession a very, very powerful love potion developed in a secret government sponsored research project that, to his dismay, was cancelled. He is determined to continue the research by doing human trials on a wide variety of selected women. The chemical...
Chapter 1: Anticipation and the Power of Imagination A Ms. Neb Story * * * * * I was so glad that the limo driver wasn’t the talkative type. I much preferred to be alone with my thoughts. I raised the privacy screen just in case. My excitement had been building to this feverish pitch for the past four days when Bob first called. His wife Linda was my best...
By my third week of motherhood, I was feeling good enough to begin taking my baby on short walks. Bundled up in her stroller – it was the dead of a midwestern winter – she gurgled and cooed while we made our way to a nearby market or drugstore, and I was insanely proud of the fawning comments she got from passersby! I almost always wore pants those first few...