Kneeling on the floor, the lock on m chastity device making a clicking sound as it bounced playfully off my plastic prison device, watching my beautiful wife drift in and out of consciousness as I massaged her feet with lotion I wondered what made men do what they do. And as I contemplated this I realized that it comes down to a moment. A moment is all it ta...
There is no actual sex in this story, if that is what you want go elsewhere. I chose to put it in LW because there is no category for loss of trust. * The gunshots were loud; I could see him lying on the floor holding his groin. What was left of his equipment was sliding down the wall behind him. A few of the shotgun pellets had hit my wife; she did not r...
He looked at the 1952 Willys Jeep, 4wheel drive station wagon. It was a classic right from an African safari operator. First of all, he could have bought one cheaper in the United States if he had added the shipping cost into the equation. Yes, Artie thought, but it wouldn't have the provenance of the monster which sat outside his garage. It looked as though...
I was alone oddly for New Years Eve. Why, I wasn't sure. My wife went out of town for a funeral and my kids had plans for parties themselves. We did have plans to go to a friend's for a couple's party but since Patty wasn't with me, I figured I wasn't in that category. Okay they are good friends. I knew it sounded ludicrous but like I said, Patty wasn't with...
Sorry for the HUGE delay in submitting this final chapter. This was due to a number of reasons that I won't bore you with. Thanks to those who have submitted feedback and have enquired about the final chapter. Next time I write a story I'll try to write the whole thing and submit it a chapter at a time rather than try to write a chapter at a time as I submi...
Copyright © 2004. All characters, events, and text in this story are purely fictional, and are created by and the sole property of the author. All rights reserved. - - -- - - - - Writer’s Note: This piece is a sequel to the previous story of Sam and the Powell women entitled “It’s A Family Tradition.” If you haven’t already read that one, I recommend that...
It was the afternoon at the Hollyweather high school. Joana Simmons, a senior, stood in front of her history class. The blonde and somewhat chubby girl held up her notes in front of her huge chest. Her summer dress that her mother had helped her pick out, showed off a healthy amount of her cleavage. "And that is why Charles Jackson was such an important...
Chapter 12: Epilogue Beth winced when she heard the tires squeal behind her, followed by a crash. She hoped she wasn't the cause of the accident. She glanced over her shoulder and saw that it was a simple rear end collision and the two drivers were already out of their cars, arguing. There didn't appear to be any injuries. "Almost there, Atlas," she said,...
Not all my sexual adventures have been fun. In fact, some have been downright unpleasant. For instance, I just was passed on the way home from the post office by a woman speeding in an old burgundy Town Car, acting like she had to get home before her husband called, or something, and I was instantly reminded of my brief but painful affair with Bobby Abrams....
We quickly showered and dressed, and I loved the look of my new burgundy blazer. I sat comfortably on a padded stool in the bathroom watching with interest as Audrey attended to her hair and makeup. She looked ravishing in her sexy new dress, and I loved it to see how its transparencies revealed she wore absolutely nothing beneath it. To my complete surpris...