As she stood before me, she smiled that same soft shy smile that she used so rarely back when we in college, but the mischievous gleam in her eyes told me she was as excited about this as I was. "And what are you going to do as you find each of them?" she asked? "That depends on where they are," I said, watching that gleam in her eyes. 18 years earlier, whe...
Camping in the mountains of North Carolina were always Nick's favorite part of the fall. Maybe it was the leaves changing. Maybe it was the slight cool breeze. Maybe it was just the overall view of the sun coloring the valleys as if it were showering the trees in a muted gold. No matter the reason Nick felt at home. Looking out at the blanket of trees he fe...
I'm a firm believer that life needs to be a journey. It starts somewhere, develops, grows and ends at a defined point. The same rings true for subservient relationships. I met Jane a year prior, and in that year slowly converted a quiet but willing librarian into a raunchy cum slut. A shy, petite, pretty, early thirties brunette with a curvy figure, large b...
This is a true story of how I met my wife. * I'm just your average guy that is 38 years old. I have a great job as a professional. I'm a little overweight, but not fat, I have two sons and just went through a terrible divorce last year. It took 14 months for me to get rid of my ex-wife but I have been great ever since I left in 07. I have a couple workma...
**Author's Note: I know it's been years but I didn't know how to proceed with this story then got distracted by other stories but given all the encouragement I've received online and from friends I've decided to post once a week or every 2 weeks until I come up with an ending. I apologize if there some inconsistencies like with appearance or certain facts. A...
I woke with a start and groggily rolled over to look at the clock. The red lit digits showed it was 6am. I stretched my arm across and found her side of the bed was still empty. What had woken me up? I could hear the faint sound of shuffling downstairs and noticed a chink of light under the bedroom door. Slow, weary footsteps on the stairs and the door slowl...
Author's disclaimer: I consider myself an amateur. Except for the rare times I'm told to write something for work, I am an unpaid author/poet/scriptwriter. What follow are my suggestions for fellow writers who feel their conversations could use some spice. Author's warning: Vulgar language and explicit lesbian sex within! -*-*- This guide is my attempt to...
It had been several weeks since my wife Pat and I had heard from the Boss. As you may know the "Boss" is the only name that we had for the leader of a gang of black thugs that had been using us for their sexual pleasure and profit for a few months. During that time Patricia and I had been forced into a number of different sexual encounters with the Boss and...
Pt. VI: The Screech Owl During the short ride to the scene of the crime, or at least where the victim was discovered, Caitlin did all the talking. "Do you know Las Vegas is by far the fastest growing city and has grown 55% in the past eight years? Do you know over 150 people move to Las Vegas every day? Do you know Las Vegas has four churches for every cas...
Following the birth of our second child, my wife Beth was looking to regain some of the sexual excitement that existed before her pregnancy. She had always been a very sexual person, often being a willing participant in my wild fantasies. Beth had mentioned she always wanted to get a small tattoo - kind of her adulthood rebellion - so to celebrate the occasi...