[Here's another short story in homage to Harddaysknight--as before, I can't do it as well as he can, but neither can anyone else! Also as before, the real title is something other than what I've named it--a Beatles song, of course.] * I suppose there aren't that many ways to find out about a cheating wife. I was dancing with Marcie Blaine at the Harvest Mo...
Pamela Bradley had lost confidence in herself. Not that it was her fault. She had forgotten what made her who she was and had allowed a lousy marriage to adversely affect her opinion of herself. Her husband Jack had married her right out of high school. She was a "trophy wife" to him. Pamela knew that now. She was smart and had already planned out her colle...
I was for many years an inveterate skirt chaser. Looking back, I think I enjoyed the chase more than the fuck that inevitably came as a result. More often then not, I 'got lucky' when I wasn't really looking very hard. All too often, trolling around looking to get laid ended in disappointment. As my divorce was getting finalized, I would often have my kids...
THURSDAY EVENING DINNER I harangued my wife, Amy, "I've gotta get that promotion to vice president. With the VP bonuses we would move from the ranks of the rich to the truly wealthy. All kind of corporate perks come with a VP position in our company." We were enjoying a lovely dinner of Dover Sole and an expensive bottle of French White Burgundy at our favo...
Balthazar and Grace Harper had everything a luxury west-end appartment. A nice cottage at the countryside. Cars and horses. Both were brought up the traditional upper class way with nanny, broading school, elite university and so on. They meet at university fooled around some time broke up re-united when it dawned to them that each other would be a social ac...
The narrator is an innkeeper who has invited his friend Elizabeth to dine with his only guests for the weekend. The guests are Jack and Jane Norwood. Jack is a rich, older man, and Jane is his young, beautiful, and submissive "trophy wife". In the first chapter Jack delights in humiliating Jane and sharing her with his hosts. * I had never seen Elizabeth s...
Many thanks to Southronstyle for editing this story. It was a rainy Monday morning, the last week of September. I was tired, very tired indeed because I had been away Friday and Saturday at a training camp with my son Martin's hockey team as an " hockey dad", assistant coach and driver of the rented travel bus. We had come home late that previous Saturday...
It was after midnight and I was lying in bed wide-awake, horny as hell, playing with my pussy, trying to get myself off. My husband John was asleep next to me snoring loudly as he always did when he slept on his back. He had gone to sleep right after he fucked me. It was his usual five-minute fuck with his usual quick squirt, after which he kissed me on the...
MaryAnn was a features writer and associate editor for a regional magazine. When she returned home from Las Vegas, she wrote her assigned article about a high class hooker. Then, under a pseudonym, she wrote a much more erotic article on the same subject for one of the country's leading men's magazines. She hoped the erotic version would be suspected to be f...
"What the hell happened?" are the last words Steve McQueen playing the character of a rather naïve sailor in the movie Sand Pebbles uttered as he lay dying. I have wondered from time to time what the hell happened, but then I know if I only pause long enough to think about it much. I was taken as a bride by a man near twice my age when I was 18 years old. A...