The cleanup was tedious but inevitable. As ordered, Adam released his classmates from the fucking machines, allowing the girls to go back to their rooms. He alone remained to wipe down and sterilize the equipment according to Mistress Helga's instructions. He was exhausted when she finally brought him back to his room. The next morning he was awakened by He...
Good golly my feet hurt. I paused at the back door to our house and pulled my shoes off. I had taken an older couple on what seemed like a tour of every last house listed by the realty company that employs me. I, silly woman that I was, had not expected this and had worn two inch heels to the office today. So after walking through what seemed like three doze...
Mike Morgan It had been a long exhausting trip: Tortola to Miami, then across the pond to Lisbon, and then the final leg to Horta. My legs were numb from sitting so long. As the taxi rolled into town during a beautiful late May afternoon, I considered the days to come. I had been contracted as delivery captain on a transatlantic run back to the BVIs in a...
Aargh! My tablet just blew up with calendar reminders. I love my work, but lately it's been overwhelming. I have been a corporate attorney for nearly 25 years and also sit on several non-profit boards of directors. While I get to do pretty much what I went to school for and trained to do, the lifestyle doesn't leave much—or any—room for a personal life. I've...
This is a work of fiction based on a true situation that happened many years ago. The names have been changed for obvious reasons. Everyone involved in the story is—and was at the time—over eighteen. A shout out to OldNakedDad for being my editor on this. Your insights have vastly improved the story! It is an unusual story with a different ending. There...
...our hands roaming over each other's sweat dampened bodies, we kiss and lick and kiss, and pet and stumble over our own feet in the haste to find a surface. Never mind that the couch was just behind us. I think you wanted to head towards the wall of windows, which was too public a display for me. I think I wanted one of the visitor chairs. So we pushed and...
[Author's Note: Thanks to Just Plain Bob for giving me his permission to add a chapter to his story, "Becoming a Slut Wife: Sarah". This conclusion follows immediately from the Epilog at the end of his Chapter 6. Please read or re-read Just Plain Bob's story before you read this. If you hate my chapter, please blame me and not Bob.] * As Tim rubbed her bac...
Anami Enterprises Battery Park City Grace took the elevator up to the 60th floor, where her husband had his office. The ride was short and swift; the motion made her stomach lurch as the numbers ticked away on the electronic display panel. She placed her fingertips against her temples, trying to massage away the tension headache that pulsed with her blood....
Kirby Rivers was an unhappy man. The more he thought about his present situation, the unhappier he became. A lot of it was his fault. He had allowed things to get out of hand. He had allowed himself to be a chump for too long. The time had come to bring this unhappy chapter of his life to a close. Sighing, he rose from his office chair and walked out, tell...
My wife Zoe had a hysterectomy a few years back and all of a sudden her body chemistry went crazy. Hormonal imbalance caused mood swings that ranged from euphoria on one side of the scale to almost homicidal depression on the other. Her doctor had to pretty much experiment on her to try and find a combination of hormone pills and other drugs that would bring...