My name is Morgan Jones. I'm forty five years old, or at least I was, at the start of all this. Now, I'm not so sure anymore. I am not sure about a lot of things. Let's start from the beginning, if you please. I was born and raised in the City of Atlanta, Georgia. I lived there with my wife Jenny and our son Duane. At least, I did until the Nightmare began....
Since beginning this series, much has happened to me personally. In real life, my wife, much like Laura, has taken control of our sex life. So, I guess life really does imitate art, sometimes. One day soon, I'll write that true story up. This is the fourth in the series. I'm not going to recap. If you think you need more context, I urge to read the first t...
PREFACE: This is the first of a five-part series of erotic stories about a marriage in trouble. They were inspired by and are based upon a letter that appeared in July 2005 in Annie's Mailbox, an advice column written by Kathy Mitchell and Marcy Sugar, longtime editors of the Ann Landers column. It is distributed to newspapers across America by Creators Syn...
The first little glimpses of daylight were peeking through the dark curtains of Anna's playroom when I woke the next morning. My head felt hazy as I came out of my deep slumber, no doubt in part to the alcohol that we all had consumed the night before. I glanced around to find the room to find it totally restored to its original position, the toys and restra...
Part one Was it really a week since they had slept together? The week had passed in a whirl of lies, guilt, excitement, hurt and indecision. A roller coaster of emotions! Already they both felt like it all was a bit surreal, like it had happened to someone else. Mostly there had been a lot of hiding in quiet places to share short messages. Followed by an e...
Playful banter, innocent flirting, maybe sometimes a look that lasts that harmless moment too long. I don't know. As I look back, everything I see was leading up to that moment. It takes two. That gaze can only last too long if the other person returns it. Flirting can only last if the other person returns it. If not... it goes out. If so, it fans the flame....
This is written as a freestanding story, but it is also an instalment in an ongoing series. Ross first appeared in "Hey, Legs", followed by "Ross the Boss Ch. 02"; "Ross' Power Point Performance"; "Eating Lunch In" and "An Older Man Experience". Whether you read them first to better understand Ross, Molly and leggy Lorna's history, or sample them to read mor...
Several thanks to the folks who helped me with suggestions on various makes/models of cars, and to the mechanics that helped when I picked their brains! Thanks to estragon, copy editor and other Litsters that took the time to read this for me prior to submission. All of the characters are fictional, as is the story. I hope you enjoy my 2012 Earth Day entry....
I have quite a story, but first a little background. I promise to try and be brief. We were at my husband's annual Christmas Party. It was the usual "swine fest" with the snobbish wives in tow. The food was always good and the music decent so I actually looked forward to going each year. This year was a little different. For about 6 months my husband had...
When Jeff first introduced me to his wife Eri, you could have knocked me off my feet with a feather. I'd know Jeff since college and he was a nice enough guy. Anything special - well I'd never thought so! He played a bit of racket ball, occasionally tennis in the summer but he wasn't a jock, he wasn't really anything special in any department. He'd gone on t...