Sutton Ma Weather Stories

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Maitresse Joanna of Ottawa

by Samuelx on Sep 14, 2017
Interracial Love

"Salut, comment vas tu, Mr. Sylvain Joubert?" Joanna Villeneuve says with a smile, that adorable Montreal accent of hers adding to her charm. And I smile for the first time that day, pleased that someone is inquiring about my well-being. I'm going through a hard time right now. Alright, so I'm not the first guy in this universe to experience heartbreak but d...

When We Were Married Ch. 05C

by DanielQSteele1 on Sep 18, 2017
Loving Wives

Chapter 05C YOU KNOW I'M SUCH A FOOL FOR YOU! My name is William Maitland. Six months ago I was married. Today I am single. Six months ago I was in love with a woman I thought loved me. Today I know she doesn't love me. Today I have feelings for a French woman that loves another man. Even though she may love me a little bit. I don't know if that counts...

Fatso, Peanut, & Stallion

by Softly on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

Most people thought of Ma and Pa Tully as "White Trash." They weren't really. They are "Swamp People" living as several generations of their kin had before them. They scratched out a living working the swamps and bayous, living in a three room ramshackle house near "Forked Lake," South of Abbleville, Louisiana Tilly Tully is a second generation child. Ma wa...

Cold River

by komrad1156 on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

Present Time "I said not tonight." "You've said 'not tonight' every night since you...." "Don't say it," his wife told him coldly. "Just...don't." "I'm not Superman, honey. I can't live like this." "I don't know what to tell you, Scott," she said, her back turned to him the way it was every night these days. "Sutton. This wasn't your fault. It wasn't a...

Mrs. Sutton is Blackmailed: Final Photo

by beware on Sep 13, 2017
Mature

I. Rod Cochran, slumped in his car seat with eyes peering over the dashboard, watched a dark-haired woman come through the tall bronze and silver doors of the Essential Insurance Building. "Here comes your competition, Mrs. Sutton," he said to himself. Rod appraised the woman as she crossed the parking lot. She was a couple of inches taller than Mrs. Su...

Mrs. Sutton is Blackmailed: 2nd Photo

by beware on Oct 8, 2019
Mature

"2nd Photo" is the middle segment of a three-part story, and each part is intended to be self-contained. But the interested reader may want to refer to "1st Photo" in which, of course, the main players and plot situations are introduced. One reader had a wonderful idea about the direction this work ought to take, but inasmuch as I had the second part in roug...

Mrs. Sutton is Blackmailed: 1st Photo

by beware on Sep 13, 2017
Mature

Rodwell Cochran sat in his car enjoying the giddy churning in the pit of his stomach and the pleasant anxiety of anticipation. He was waiting for Mrs. Sutton - Toni Sutton. "High noon, Mrs. Sutton," he had told her. "We meet at high noon. I'll be parked near the south entrance of the Edgewood Mall. And don't be late, 'cause . . .well, you don't want to be l...

Englishman In New York Ch. 12

by velvetpie on Sep 15, 2017
Erotic Horror

Sutton was still scared. She stood naked and blindfolded, waiting for his command as only an eager slave could. Every nerve was on end. Every hair was standing. Every fiber of her was quaking, every bit waiting for his word. "I play rough, detective. Can you handle that?" "I can handle a lot more than you think, Jack." "Really?" A thin tone of playful di...

Englishman In New York Ch. 09

by velvetpie on Sep 15, 2017
Erotic Horror

Reverend Taylor looked quite surprised when a small army of New York's finest showed up at the door of the church. The arrest went down without a hitch and Sutton, Fusco and Mainwaring remained behind with the other officers, searching the premises for additional items of evidence. "Suttie!" Fusco's call brought her running and she and Mainwaring entered th...

Were You Playing with Your Pussy?

by LittleSubLu on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

'Would he even know if I made myself cum?' I asked myself probably a thousand times before I said fuck it and went into my bedroom. My pink vibrator was in the top drawer of my nightstand and I snatched it up before heading back into the living room. My stomach was in knots because I just had a feeling I shouldn't be disobeying his orders but I was so fuckin...