I met Kathi through an online dating site. We both loved writing. My skills were the creative kind, hers more focused on the craft -- good grammar, proper wording, that sort of thing. We were a great match. Her passion for life equaled if not exceeded mine. The early days were like a magical trip into the world of Ali Baba complete with flying carpet and cav...
It started with a book. The company I worked for had arranged a holiday gift offer through one of those warehouse booksellers. We could order any book we wanted. The selected book would be gift-wrapped, mailed and ready for opening Christmas morning. I decided on a gift for my wife, Melissa. We'd been married less than a year yet; being married was more th...
Maida grit her teeth as she lugged the heavily laden basket of potatoes back to her parent's house. The sun had not yet burned off the early morning fog and the young woman relished the cool mist. Summer had fully set in and the sun spared no mercy for those that worked the fields. Maida grunted and lifted the basket higher, lean muscles tensing under the lo...
Joy to the World playing softly in the background, Christmas was definitely in the air in this small corner of sunny Florida. A large, finely adorned Christmas tree blinked its lights from the corner of the Italian café despite the soft morning light of Boxing Day. Traditional holiday and Italian flavors mixed and floated from the kitchen and caused mouths t...
I'm Melanie. I'm a 30 year old, married slut who cheats on her husband almost daily, if not even more often than that, because he can't come close to satisfying me and I can't possibly get enough cock anyway. This is another entry in my memoirs. At the time I'm writing this, I've got about eight to ten guys who I count as "boyfriends" -- guys I fuck somew...
Everyone who figures in this fantasy is over 18 – and so must you be, to read it! There is a website that offers cash to young women for caning – it isn't called 'Rear Wheals' – though that's a pity. * My finances, to put it mildly, were at a low ebb. I had foolishly invested in an apartment I thought I could afford, bought a car which w...
Author's Note: While the main character in this story is one with an ongoing series in the Loving Wives and other categories, this is my first submission into this category. While it is not necessary to read the previous chapters in this character to understand the contents of this particular chapter, new readers are more than welcome to do so. This partic...
She was there again. Ian sighed and poured the last of the coffee into his cup before turning around. Behind him, standing, staring, without a word, was a petite woman. She was pretty, in a prim, librarian sort of way, her dark hair up in a careful bun, full lips, wide green eyes, and a figure that, from what he could tell, was incredible. It was hard to tel...
Baron appeared in his living room. The night at the lab had been long and he'd been unable to focus. The woman intruded his thoughts at every turn. The distraction baffled him. He had no idea what to make of it. Was she a friend? An enemy? Why and how did she invade his thoughts? None of it made sense and the more he thought about it, the more his head ached...
Warning: The following is a work of fiction, no one in this story is real. I've loosely based some of the characters on my favorite porn stars, to give you a reference point. All characters are over 18. Like before, I appreciate any kind of feedback on possible improvements. Chapter 1: I learn how to have sex, from an expected source Chapter 2: I start e...