COPYRIGHT 2017 by Richard Gerald This is a sequel to my story Unfaithful. The title comes from the Cole Porter song. Vickie did the editing, and I believe you will agree did a good job. The end has a tease for the next story. * The small black figure lay on the hard-green material of the cot. It was hardly the bed you would choose for a dying child, but...
'Can I buy you a drink?' It took me a second to realise I was being asked a question. It took another two to comprehend what was being asked. It then took me countless more seconds to try and decide whether I should say 'yes' or 'no'. It might sound silly, but at twenty-four years of age, I'd never had a man ask to buy me a drink in a straight bar before....
Author's note: Hi all. This quite an opus. Not sure how pages it runs to, but I decided against writing and publishing it as separate chapters as I felt that it could disrupt the flo of the narration. The woman that this story is about is a real person, although most aspects of her personality and the story itself is complete and total fiction. If you read...
Chapter 26 -- News and New Friends From the Party Dave kept hearing about various exploits his wives and friends enjoyed at the party. Heather admitted to doing five young men at the same time in the mattress room midway through the party. She said, "I was so horny, and I knew lots of hard, young cock was going to be the only way to sate my feelings." Dave...
Jeff was asleep. I snuggled in beside him and it woke him up. He turned to me, took me in his arms and kissed me. It started out as an it's-nice-to-have-you-here kiss, but the level of passion increased rapidly. "Not with your sister in the next room." "I know. I wasn't thinking of that. I was just thinking of how happy I am to have you here with me." Gr...
Bliss woke at the same time as Durzai's dream ended. She believed that it had been a dream, not real in the strictest sense, but the exchange of words and caresses had been experienced by both of them. Her actions had seemed a bit strange to her; it had been more instinctual than logical for her to do what she did. On the other hand, after she reasoned out...
Aya was His. His toy. His plaything. His slave. And god she loved it! She'd worn what her Master had asked. The collar felt safe and right around her delicate throat. He head was bowed as she knelt on the cold floor, all she could hear was her own breathing, steady and slow. Then she heard Him. He was walking up the stairs, ready to inspect, torture...
She arrived at the park at 10:00 a.m., just as he had instructed. Upon parking she looked across the green expanse of lawn... "Go to the pavilion that is farthest from the parking lot," he had instructed her. As always, he had instructed her to lock her purse in her car and to carry only her car key with her. Grasping the single key in her hand, she walked...
She looked around, upset at all the skewed furniture and broken glasses on the floor. She and Keise, her boyfriend for five years, just had a huge fight. The argument was something silly, really. Keise got mad at her for ogling that unbelievably buff guy at the party the other night. Well, who can blame her? The man was muscles everywhere and those long legs...
This story is protected by copyright, by Peter, the author, and cannot be reposted or used for any purpose without his prior consent. But please email the author to request such consent Paying for the Broken Promise - by Peter Part 3 Sunday was a normal day at the beginning. I knew it wouldn't last. It was a rather warm day and late morning Lisa went in...