Note: I did not realize how long it had been since I added something to my tale. For those of you that haven't read the first parts you may be a little lost. Sue and I decided to have a small wedding with just family and a few friends. I had been married before and we both had good jobs but could not see going into debt for a big one day show. Carl was b...
Guilt hung like a heavy storm cloud of low-lying fog throughout the house for a good month after the night I seduced daddy in our living room. Or at least I figured it had to be guilt on his part as the next three nights he didn't come home from work, and after that he simply avoided being around me by working in his study with the door locked when he did co...
*All fantasy, did not occur in real life! :) We continue after the therapist admits his sexual feelings for his patient... Thanks to RedBottom1632 for edits!* ***** Neil stopped and closed his eyes. He let out a slow and shaky breath as he took off his glasses. Now he looked towards the floor as the gravity of what he said settled. "Tiffany, I am so exhau...
Desperation leads to disaster. It forces you to leave the safe cocoon you have built over the years and venture out into the wild. Desperation would even make you forget—if only for a short moment—that you shouldn't expose your ugliness to the world. Desperation might also make you forget the ugliness of the world itself. Millie Foster took one look at the...
It was well after dawn when the four of us pulled up to the cabin in the ambusher’s pickup. I could see several guns tracking our movements from the upper windows and the tree line. When I stopped the truck, I got out carefully, not knowing how itchy the fingers were on those triggers. Once I was recognized, Melissa came outside carrying her AK47. “Take...
A little bit different for me this one. One for Harry and the lads maybe, who I honestly hope enjoy it. Sorry if any of the technical side is a bit out, but I've got a bit rusty about these things these days, so I've done my best within time constraints. Please enjoy, please vote and feel free to comment. ++++++++++++ I felt the compacted sand under feet...
A blushing bride at 19, my first year of married life was not exactly what I had imagined it would be. I'm still just outside of Utica, New York and the year is 1974. * * * * * * * * 1. Our first home. One first home was right out of the pages of Badder Homes and Gardens. We rented a house that was only a mile away from my old home and was fairly close to...
I suppose it would be fair to say that I asked for it. It wasn't as if I hadn't been given an early warning, but still, it came as a surprise. I met Mary Beth at the beginning of our junior year at college. Even though she was not the kind of girl I was normally attracted to there was just something about her that drew me to her. The girls I normally fell f...
Authors note: this tale is a companion story to my other stories 'The Maid's Tale' and 'Further Adventures of the Maid', and is probably best read in conjunction with them. The topic arose from feedback comments from readers who wanted to know more about the Baroness, and felt that she needed a story of her own to render her less two-dimensional. This is for...
After the events of his Stag Night, the next day at work John found it difficult to concentrate, if 24 hours earlier someone had suggested that he would find it arousing to see his bride to be fucked by his closest friends he would have laughed, but the truth was he had, and still did, his mind kept slipping back to different scenes, her arriving in her wedd...