Fuck, fuck, fuck. I had fucked up again. I had promised her I would be there for her opening at the art gallery. She is an artist and this was her big moment. Her parents and all her friends were there. Everyone except for me. I knew I wouldn't be able to talk my way out of this one but I had to try. She was the love of my life and I didn't want to live if l...
My name is Holly and husband Michael and I have been readers of your magazine for some time, yet our adventure was kicked off by a story on your board. My husband and I are both in our early thirties and have been married for nine years, right out of college. We both work out and have a very active and imaginative sex life. I'm 5'4" and 119 pound with a 35-2...
Dr. Greg Clark had kept himself busy the past week and a half. Very busy. Since the shower and Mallory and...the confusion, he found that free time meant time thinking about it. About her lips, about her tongue, about how it felt when he thought it was his wife, Gina, and how it felt when he it knew it was Mallory. He didn't like the thoughts. Actually, he d...
I want to thank bridgeburner99 for her on going proof reading, advice and encouragement which improved my story ten fold. Thank you so much. This is only a fantasy. I have not stuck with the facts of how much abuse the body can take or what true damage it can cause; what laws are broken with public nudity or even the consequence, or any other law of physics...
Author's Note: I begin this new series with much thanks to my new editor, Moralez18pt...you're a Godsend to me, my friend...thank you for...everything... Prologue Betsy Hightower returned to her home in Oregon at the end of November 1956. She'd made the trip to Los Angeles to pick up her car and make funeral arrangements for her nephew. Her sister, Eddie's...
"Mr. Keiper, there's a Ms. Kitty Prescott to see you." I didn't know anyone by that name, but my secretary never lets prospective applicants skip the application stage before letting them talk to me about job openings. "Send her in." A tall, very pretty, red-haired young woman came into my office with a smile on her face. She was dressed in a sharp-casual...
We had been married for ten years and I still loved my wife. Was this so unusual? I didn't think so. We had been close companions the whole time we had been together. She was my best friend, in whom I confided all my thoughts, and I was, as far as I knew, her best friend. We trusted each other implicitly. As far as sex was concerned we had a satisfactory rel...
My name is Glenn and by now you may have read my stories. It was a normal day in the office fairly quiet with not a lot happening. It was really boring when our boss Jenny came into the main office. "Troops, can I have your attention please. Thank you. I would like you all, and I do mean all of you, to be in conference room 2 in fifteen minutes." We all lo...
John was in a good mood. He sipped his coffee and recalled all that had happened to him since he first visited Vietnam with a cattleman's delegation a few years back. He had arrived in Vietnam after the death of his wife depressed and dispirited. In the course of a couple of years he had been transformed from a disinterested visitor to the largest single fo...
Many thanks to -slighter for editing this story. The information course at the insurance company's county head office had been as boring as expected and the four women were glad that it was over now at eight o'clock in the evening. They were co-workers at a local office in a small Scandinavian town about 40 km from the county capital. All four were married...