I had been suspecting for a while now that my young wife was having an affair. There had been little hints and signs: coming home from work to find that my wife had taken a shower in the middle of the afternoon; her eagerness to 'surprise' me now and then with a home-cooked dinner and pampering massage; the way she sometimes abruptly hung up on her cell phon...
Authors note: This story takes place about a year before chapter 1, the story of John and Maggie's meeting, and eventually first time. Thank you to everyone who has patiently awaited this chapter. If you're looking for a quick sex story, skip to the end. * John opened the door to the optical office and its little bells clanked against the door, sighing to...
Chapter 21 -- Changes In The Wind Friday, after work, Dave, JR, and Nikky again drove to the engineering building on the university campus and picked up Tatiana. She was waiting outside on a bench for them with a large smile on her face. She'd now spent almost five complete days with Professor Stephen Reagan talking about robotics -- sharing her own researc...
I first met Brandi about 5 years ago. She was a cocktail waitress at a night club the gang and I used to go to after work. I was friendly with another waitress there, and she introduced us. Brandi was gorgeous, about 5'7" and around 115 lbs. She had long brown hair and a wonderful body. Her breasts were full (I'd estimate about 36d) and had a round firm ass....
Chapter 4 - Blood Moon As the small plane circles its final descent into the ruins of Chicago I watch as the other passengers grow restless wishing I could share in their excitement. All I feel is edgy. The sun is starting to set and soon the blood moon will rise and the frenzy will begin again. In less than an hour the ceremonies will commence, and soon I'...
Francis hugged Patrick from behind as he stirred the oatmeal. Then she spun around to show off her pants suit. "How do I look? I have to take depositions today and I want the opposing council to know I mean business." Patrick turned his head to evaluate his wife's attire. "Your outfit is positively unisex. At least take your hair out of that bun." "It's th...
"Olivia! Lady O! As in Oh my god!" Says one of the guys from behind a grimy looking mustache. "I bet you make some lucky bastard feel really good!" His buddy empties more money out of his wallet, throws it on my feet and says, "Yeah, or really miserable!" That was the first time I smiled that night. A bug-eyed weasel wags a dollar bill in front of me. Gracio...
Her hair fluttered in the wind as the naked woman streaked across the stadium. Her right arm held tight across her bare breasts, the other hiding her shaved slit in vain. She was sexy; the crowd screaming delight as the cheerleaders were stripped one by one and decorated in splodges of orange bodypaint – the colour of the victorious team. Our colours. Our t...
Joe was an average kid growing up in a small town in Pennsylvania. He was a 5'10" 135 lb self-proclaimed geek. He loved reading, writing poetry, and going for walks through the forest. Joe was the product of a teenaged pregnancy, his mother had him when she was 15, and he never met his real father, as he left before Joe was born. This, coupled with being rai...
It's that advert that keeps bringing back the horror of the entire situation. That one about impulse with that song and that beautiful woman provoking a prominent, embarrassing, (and natural, damn it) reaction from the model of the art class. See, I know exactly what the situation is like. I've been a life model myself and I went through that very same ordea...