"Stan? Honey. I need you to come down." Dustan Mactore sat still on the stone ledge on the roof of his thirteen story apartment building watching the traffic pass by below. Everything looked so small from so high up, and his flat green eyes surveyed the tiny cars without really seeing them. "Please, baby. You're scaring me. Please come down." He hadn't...
Barnabas Sword was handsome, self assured, dashing, intimidating, and the way he came on to Hope made me sick to my stomach. My wife's flattered responses made me sicker. It was bad enough at the fund raiser but got worse at Sword's apartment. Much worse. "Oh, let's go, Jack," she had said after Sword, having invited us, went off to take charge of another co...
Episode Twelve, The Conclusion Loss can do strange things to those with the free will of thought and actions. Loss can drift a solid foundation of ideas and blur the lines of what was once very clearly right and wrong. The object of loss doesn't always matter. The loss of something foreign to one could have the same impact to another that could equate to th...
"Why don't we revisit my favorite sheep?" I hum the words playfully, eager to pull the story away from the talk of death. I wag a finger and wink. "Seeing lady Lorelai in a swimsuit was something I had dreamed about since our first night together. I knew when she said we were going to a tropical island for our vacation, I would finally have my chance..." #...
Act Two: Nurse Judy I awoke, startled and alone. The dark room seemed big and empty. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I threw the heavy comforter off of me and drug my feet over the edge of the high bed, standing up. The clock told me I had only been asleep for two hours. Dammit, I thought, walking toward the bedroom door. I should go check on Judy, make sur...
Mr. Mom I'm Chris Harrington, the forty-eight year old son and fourth child of Carl, a corporate attorney, and Mary, a nurse. An earthquake sized tremor nearly destroyed our family home when, in the end of junior year of high school, I announced that I didn't want to attend college. My normally talkative parents were at first stunned to silence and then pro...
LEVERIA I walked to the dungeons, my footsteps echoing into the still night. The guard nodded to me and opened the iron door. He guided me by torchlight through the catacombs, the wails and shrieks of captured beasts echoing through the halls. I followed with one hand on his shoulder, carefully watching my footsteps as I navigated the uneven stairs. A fami...
This is a wife sharing story and a sequel to My Kinky Fiancé Slips Up. It's not necessary to read its predecessor, but if promiscuous wives and voyeur husbands aren't your thing, don't bother reading either story. I love getting feedback and comments, critical or otherwise, as long as you aren't blasting the characters for having an open relationship. * I...
It has been a couple of months since my wife's desires lead her training me to become her bi-sexual fuck toy. S is in charge of our sex life, not as though I am complaining as she can be tender as well as dominant, thinking of my desires as well as hers. We still hook up with Mike and Jane a couple of times a month, S and Jane have stretched my ass to a reas...
Hello everyone, Let me start off by saying I'm sooo sorry for the long wait. I can't believe it's been this long and really didn't mean to keep you guys hanging. I've been going through some stuff, but I'm happy to say I'm back and ready to continue this story. I hope you enjoy this chapter, so much more is revealed. As always please don't be shy and commen...