I woke up on Wednesday morning to the smell of coffee, alone. After a yawn and a healthy morning stretch I got up. My hand went right to my lower abdomen, a blissful warming feeling still inside. I stepped out to the living room to find the apartment empty. "Where did he go?" I asked myself. A to-go box and coffee sat on the table with a note. 'Eat Up'. So...
Note: This story, the sequel to an earlier affront to English letters entitled, "Moonlight & Revelations," has benefited from a good going over in a workshop thread on the Story Discussion Circle. Many thanks to all the hardy folks who helped iron out some of the story's many flaws. All remaining mistakes and shortcomings are mine. RF == "What has gotten i...
ONE A stranger came into town on a hot and windy day, just as drifters did in the Old West, well over 100 years ago. "Howdy, stranger," greeted the bartender, the tops of her breasts showing above scooped low neck of her flimsy top from Celine's of Paris (Texas). The height of the bar concealed her bare belly and scruffy tennis shorts. "Beer, or whisky?"...
Last summer my wife Sue and I were planning a road trip to the Jersey Shore. We were looking forward to a sexy weekend to celebrate our anniversary. There's nothing my wife likes to do more than dress in revealing clothing, turning on as many men as she can than we fuck like rabbits. I was picking out what clothing she should pack when she came into our bed...
A little loving wives story, somewhat different to my others so far. Please note that it is just a little scenario, or a vignette as one reader kindly described one of my previous stories, so please, if possible, read and accept it as such. Sorry not any real sex, but a bit of exhibitionism for those (including me) who enjoy that sort of thing. ----------...
I have made the effort to make this chapter longer and will aim to do so with every chapter from now on, i didn't mean to make them so short so i apologise for that :) Also in answer to a previous comment the nickname mee mee is not an abbreviation to the name esme, it's just a childhood nickname of which clara always called her. Thanks for your feedback lov...
Author's note. This ends the story of How Kitten Met Teddybear. To those that voted for the Clitorides Awards, thank you. 2013 Winner, Best BDSM Story - Chapter 31—Postcards Interlude: 25th Anniversary Cindy: Mom can be oblivious at times. She completely forgot that it is traditional for the groom to toss one of his wife's garters. The problem was not t...
Shining like a diamond in those hot spot lights. She gleamed from the sweat and the abundance of body glitter. White teeth sparkled from a ruby red mouth which is surrounded by golden brown skin. Catcall's, whistles, clapping, and cheering seemed like a blur of noise and excitement. She stood there, arms outstretched, reaching for the sky, chest heaving from...
Once again this is not the story of my life. Just a tale of someone else's travails I've observed from the sidelines. A few details are changed for concealment and plausible deniability. Seems some did not like my last tale. Too bad. I'm not writing these for you. I'm writing for me. I've found an outlet for my anger, my rage, my betrayal. These tales are a...
Gaphar married his wife last Tuesday. Her name is Zubeda. In a war torn country like Afghanistan such occasions are few and far between. The arid region of the Pashtun desert is a hostile region to survive in. Zubeda was seven and Gaphar thirteen when they were betrothed by their parents during peaceful times when custom demanded it and when war had not ye...