Teresa loves sex. She lives for the high she feels when her body explodes in orgasm. So she knew this would be a very difficult week. Her man is off hiking in the mountains and she is left alone with only her toys to satisfy her intense need. When she woke this morning, Teresa was thrilled to know Dick would be returning home tonight. The day seemed to drag...
We went back down the hallway. Phil and Teresa were not there. Jenny seemed disappointed when I told her we should probably head to the other club. We had only planned to stop in and see what the adult theater was about and we had already gotten pretty carried away. I wasn't sure I was comfortable with the place. She gave me her pouty lips, then asked, "How...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters, Swamp Frogs, Man of God. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story...
Evan Gray was a thirty-two year old contract computer networking expert. He spoke every major European language fluently. He had just gotten back from Paris setting up a network for a French bank chain. He was taking a well deserved rest. But things wouldn't be peaceful for long. He never saw the car run the red light. Before Evan knew it his airbag discharg...
Sister Claire was a dedicated nun – or so she thought. She had given herself entirely to the demands of her order for over four years. With her colleagues, the Order of the Mount, Claire had given everything she could to the service of her God and to helping the poor and those who had "lost" their connection to God. Claire loved being a nun. Aged thirty, sh...
"I'm going out with the girls from work again tonight Graham, you don't mind do you?" asked his wife Teresa. "No no, not at all," was all her husband could muster, as his mind sought to control his thoughts. Graham knew it was to be tonight because previously he had managed to look into Teresa's diary and he saw pencilled in for tonight the names of Guy a...
Here's another story. As far as I'm concerned, it's a tragedy that this is fiction. I'd love to be in Scott's shoes. Enjoy. ***** Scott had just moved into nicest apartment complex in town. He was 55-years-old. His wife of 30 years had died of cancer only last year. Fortunately, it wasn't a long drawn out illness, and he was glad she hadn't suffered to the...
Interestingly enough our story starts like so many others. Married for for 12 years, busy with kids and work and as a result neglecting each other. Sex certainly was not non-existent but at the same time predictable....and safe. Even a relationship with a woman as beautiful as Teresa can grow routine and with routine passion can die. During the years we...
Holiday party cheer never seems dull. Even those boring afternoon coffee and finger sandwich gatherings at work will eventually bring out the entertainer in somebody and "the life of the party" is born. Now mix in alcohol and dim the lights, well now the fun begins. My wife Maria looked amazing in her little black dress. Her smooth silky tanned calves tight...
It has been a bitter December for Teresa. First of all, the weather has been frigid. Driving has been constantly icy and the northern winter winds have been deplorable. But the real bitterness is her semester long relationship with Calc II. Not only has the material been hard but her instructor, Professor Marcus Leduc, has not been letting up at all! It is s...