Chapter 01: Salt and Pepper Asterisk: As this is my first story I'm slightly nervous about uploading it. I could use any technical tips and crits, if possible. I hope everyone enjoys the story, at least a little bit. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Today was the day. Saturday. Mari woke up and Henry was gone, but there were several things he had placed around the...
A fictional tale written at the urgings of a fan who thought he would like to see his ideas for me come to print. ********* The neighborhood was scary, with half of the buildings abandoned and most of the rest of them looking as if they should have been. Luckily, it was dark so when I parked the car so one saw me as I took a deep breath and looked up at...
This is an old story which I just found while clearing my floppy discs. Although I can remember what inspired it, it didn't come out as well as I had hoped but still, may as well add it to the other stories! Perhaps feed back will help me improve it ;o) They hadn’t been able to find a second to be alone this whole weekend and as it was now early Sunday eve...
Prince Kyrhan had just been relieved of his duties as commanding officer of the President's regiment in New Delhi. He had loved these months of active duty that reminded him of his participation to fights with the Pakistani army near the border many years ago. Nowadays, there had beeen no fights apart from occasional skirmishes mainly due to activists crossi...
A husband shares his wife. You have been warned. ------ When I think about the reasons I have these feelings, I'm always drawn back to the beginning. When I was only fifteen, I finally got the courage to call "the perfect" girl. I had grown up in a small suburb, and most of the girls in high school I had known for many years. The girls I most desired ha...
I think The Kingston Trio said it first. But then Frank Sinatra said it more eloquently. It was Frank who moved it from the major key to the minor key. Brilliant. 'When I was twenty one, it was a very good year. A very good year for city girls who lived up the stairs.' And, yes, not only did the city girls live up the stairs, but - as Frank observed - the...
Ireland, 1987 When Suzanne handed over her references, Pauline made a face and tore them up. 'We won't be needing them. Can you start this Saturday?' Don stared at his wife before starting to laugh. 'I reckon you're hired,' he said. His handshake was firm, traces of wetness beneath talcum. Suzanne had no idea what age he was. Late thirties, maybe. A...
This is a novel of twenty-five chapters. I suggest you begin reading at Chapter 1. The novel deals with hotwifeing and cuckoldry. If those are subjects you aren't interested in, you may reconsider reading this. Please read my statement regarding anonymous comments in my biography. * I got home early the next afternoon, by the time she arrived, six-thirty...
My name is Natalie and I am writing to tell you all how I found myself last weekend introduced by my husband to two total strangers as a paid whore. Objectively the idea that I am or could be a whore is beyond belief. I am married to Paul who is only my second lover. As a thirty-six year-old woman this is not many lovers. Yet this moment represented for me t...
A story does not sleep. You have heard a thousand, maybe more. Novels, rumors, legends and anecdotes, and you may think you have forgotten them, but they merely hide in the abandoned corridors of your mnemonic palace. A story lingers there, it's sensors spread across the perimeter of your awareness, listening, watching, sensing every nuance you experience. I...