LOCATION: St. Petersburg, Russia ALIAS: Miranda Davenport, sex historian from New York City MISSION: Find and retrieve a stolen sex journal belonging to Catherine The Great and catch the thieves. For this mission, I traveled to St. Petersburg. When I arrived there, it was really cold. I came out of the plane, wearing a long black wool coat, a red peasant...
Bard stood at a fork in the road, lost in thought. Two wooden road signs before him read Darkwood Road and Gloomveil Road. Both sounded equally depressing and treacherous to the man. What moody bastard had thought up such welcoming names? Bard glanced back down the path he had just travelled but thought better of it. He was a thief on the run and would meet...
As always, thanks to all who give meaningful feedback. I enjoy emailing with you. R. Van Warmer: 'You try and hold on to the moment, but time won't let you stay, and for every step you take, you lose something on the way.' + + + My world was falling apart. My wife of sixteen years, Ashley, had been feeling quite ill, for much too long, and finally agreed...
Minerva By Denham Forrest, The Wanderer Minerva chapter 05 As you might imagine, being two reporters short on a small local weekly rag, we were all a bit pushed. Although it did mean the rest of us grunts moved up a notch or two. I found myself spending nearly every morning either in the local magistrate's court and most afternoons on obituaries, or...
It was a cloudless night, perfect for a game of chase. Angry male voices called out. The neighs of horses and the barking of dogs overtook the cries of nature within the woods tucked away behind the king's castle. The guardsmen had spotted a small cloaked thief trying to steal the prince's stallion. No doubt that the sack that the boy was holding was also...
It was several weeks ago that it happened. It was a Thursday morning and I was up trying to get our two kids ready for school when the phone rang. Since it was only 7:30 I wondered who could be calling. Caller ID said it was an out of area code number which made me wonder even more. "Hello." I spoke into the mouth piece. "John, its me." It was Clare, my...
Many thanks to Techsan for editing this story. * It was a busy Saturday at the supermarket in our small Scandinavian town. Short of parking spaces at the supermarket as usual when my wife and I went there to shop. I did as usual; instead of driving around and searching, I stopped my Toyota Rav4 in a strategic place and when a space became empty, I usually...
A true story. As a group of friends, we had been getting increasingly daring in our drunken conversations about our wives. Each Friday night, after football, we would go to the pub and as the ale flowed, so would the conversation. At first, it was just things like 'I hope I get it when I get home' then it moved onto 'fuck me, she was up for it this morning'...
Warning, you are entering a cuckold free zone. If you do not like stories of temptation, human frailty, and redemption, please do not read this story. You will not enjoy it. But, if you take solace that there are husbands and wives who fight dirty to save their marriages I bid thee read on. I have received much encouragement and support after my first five...
I absolutely depend on bras to get sexual arousal, indulge my fantasies and reach orgasm. Somehow, my fascination with this female undergarment triggers a wild desire of submitting to the women who wear it, not implying their approval, tolerance or even awareness. This transgression -- (ab)using a bra when you're not supposed to -- boosts the native sensua...