Author's note. This is the third and final part of my Egyptian trilogy. Although I feel it stands alone quite well as a story by itself, it might be wise to read the other two parts first. Enjoy Sammi x We spent three weeks on the Hachrum. It was three weeks of unadulterated luxury touring some of the top spots of Europe including: Rome, Sardinia, Po...
Liz slowly perused the choice of snack crackers at the small grocery store, which was minimal. She picked out a couple boxes and placed them in her basket next to the apples, bananas and cheese she'd already selected. Her task had been snack food. Her husband, Ben, was an aisle over looking for vegetables. They met at the end of their respective aisles and w...
As Jill threw her purse and keys on the table in the entrance hall, she heard the familiar sounds she expected to hear when she came home for lunch. Her husband was in the bedroom, with one of the teenaged neighbor girls---or their mothers---doing what he did best...fucking. From the high pitched squeals she bet that it was one, or possibly even two, of the...
Preface: This is a physcosexual thriller that explores the darker side of human sexuality and desire, sexual morality, and self-control. The characters in this story are human and like all of us they are flawed, some more so than others maybe. BEWARE: THIS IS A DARK UGLY STORY. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK! ****** Good Intentions: Chapter 2: Training Day I...
The Repairman. One night after the kids were asleep, I dug out our 8 mm projector and put on some porn I had picked up from a friend on what then was then the good ones, 100 foot color films, this was 1973 after all. We were projecting the movie on our bedroom wall while my little redheaded wife was riding me like a wild woman. In this movie, the husband ha...
Sitting perched on one of my buddy Phil's comfy barstools; I sipped a cold beer, and watched a ball game I didn't much care about. Only, I wasn't exactly alone. Off in the kitchen, I could hear our wives laughing and giggling. Phil and his wife Hanna had invited my wife Carla and me over for dinner. But Phil's in Real estate, and hoping to close a deal, he w...
“Help me Slut Girl” Slut Girl heard with her super hearing. “Oh no, someone is in need of my help” Slut Girl said. She span around like a whirlwind and seconds later was in her superhero costume. Black leather thigh high boots, a tiny black leather mini skirt with no panties, and a black leather basque with a big S on the front and SLUT on the back, and to f...
The short synopsis of this story to date is included below, but reading the previous chapters may help. Also, in this chapter, I explore something that was recommended by a reviewer. This is the continuing story of a cuckquean, my wife, Ann. She had been reading cuckold stories on line and decided that she was a cuckquean, a kind of female cuckold. This...
Ronnie frowned. "Hey, one thing my wife does not need is your help spending my money! And besides, all those other models are way too powerful for her. I don't want her to kill herself, and she's not the driver Kristi is, you know." I glanced at Kori. She shrugged, agreeing with him, still making no move to clean herself up. I looked back at Ron, still a l...
Before I married, I had become accustomed to unwinding from the stress of teaching high school English by having two or three stiff mixed drinks, like Canadian Club and ginger ale. I was feeling depressed, not realizing that alcohol, in such quantities, is a depressant. My doctor prescribed me an antidepressant and a sedative to help me sleep. Later, another...