Part 6 Gerry coasted the car into his garage and cut the engine. "Interesting night huh?" "Yeah," I replied without looking at him. After all that had taken place, I wasn't sure how to feel. The night hadn't gone anywhere close to script. Nothing I'd predicted had come true. At every turn, there was some new wrinkle, some unexpected consequence. Somehow...
Jade laughingly departed from her friends with one last wave and a smile. The smile held strong for all of two minutes before falling from her face as soon as she gained access to her apartment. She ruefully acknowledged that it hadn't taken long for her to become a master in the art of deceit. The move to New York had been calculated, as well as the relat...
As Deana walked through the open door of their suite on the upper floor of The Club she heard the unmistakable sounds of raucous sex. She soon identified the source of the sounds, coming from the master bedroom. Her husband had guests. She had her pareo draped over a shoulder and was otherwise nude. It seemed that most people moved toward round the clock nu...
Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ** Laurel Lance prided herself on always being on time. She was the organised one in the family, and she knew it drove her sister crazy. When they were children she used to take great joy out of teasing Sara about it, and it was something she...
My wife and I have been into the cuckolding lifestyle now for more than 20 years. In fact two of our three children have been fathered by other men. I met Reena, who is Indian, when I was 22 and she was 21. She was at a friend's party and when I first saw her never imagined such a beautiful woman could exist. She was about 5' 4" with an hour glass figure; t...
Part Twenty-Six “No--” I said in a strangled voice. “No, I’m not undead! I can touch holy objects!” My heartbeat pounded in my ears, another proof of life. What could the Bearer of Indictments mean? “Like these--” Deadman suddenly glanced at the cartridges I had been about to display, and I broke off and hid them inside my jacket. Aitch hadn’t missed the...
This story is like the rest of my stories in that I do not write them with much descriptive sex in them. I like to think that my style is more of describing the chase, than the actual catch. It is just a quirk I have. It's sort of like those old time radio shows where you have to use a lot of imagination, although this story should have enough facts for you...
It's amazing how something so simple can have such a big impact. When some big relational change occurs – like going far beyond simple petting, as we had – it is bound to create tension. In our case, the issue was how Helen would come to terms with behavior at odds with what she had done and believed her whole adult life. We had assumed that she enjoyed this...
Early the next morning Sorrel awakened before Fletcher; a first she thought. She quietly lifted the covers and peered down at his man thing. Penises were strange things she thought; sort of fascinating, but really ugly to look at. His looked a little tumescent; not what she would call hard. It was semi-erect. She half giggled to herself; he had a semi. She...
The following sequel to the story "Eleanor Rigby" posted by 'Harddaysknight' is submitted with full permission and encouragement of the author of the original story. Any readers unfamiliar with the original work should read that story first before continuing. (There is little to no sex in this story.) No part of this story may be published at any other...