I waited for her by the airport gate. Maria was a striking woman in her mid-thirties, with black hair cut short in a shag style that resembled LA LAW actress Susan Dey. She looked alluring dressed in a white shirt that showed off the aureoles of her breasts, with a wrap around linen skirt and leather boots that stopped below the knees. Her body was solid,...
This is entirely a work of fiction. Introduction Several years ago I joined some friends in visiting a cabaret in a large southern city. We were going to see a singer that had opened the cabaret and had caused quite a stir. Her act was a blend of old songs, a beautiful voice, and a mastery of all the tools of her trade. And she was skimpily dressed. Durin...
It had been the second break in, in as many weeks. My CD player and most of my best CDs' were gone. The first break in had been my wives car and her CD player and the few CDs' she kept were also gone. I was pissed. In the previous month most of the other residents had been robbed and the cops had not been able to catch the culprits. According to the police...
Jelena's family was poor, and unable to send their eldest son onward to higher education. If only they could send him to school, he could become a lawyer, or an engineer, and help their family rise out of poverty. Jelena had heard from a friend about Harem, a small country, its borders remaining intact into present day due to its ability to pay its annual pr...
Victoria opened to her eyes-- her bedside clock was staring her in the face-- it was 7:30 a.m. The room was quite dark for morning; the curtains on her large French doors were still drawn and it gave the room a certain gloomy atmosphere, as if it was an overcast day or raining outside. She tossed for a moment, contemplating returning to her slumber, when she...
This is a contribution to the Survivor Revival Challenge, organized by Tara Cox. The idea is to write a short new story every day, to help us all get through the "shelter in place" period of the Coronavirus challenge to us all. My first eleven stories were called My Junior Year Abroad. This story is a departure, but I hope you like it, all the same. ******...
My wife comes in the bedroom after our guests left the party. I'm just lying there naked stroking my cock and fantasizing about what they possibly could have said. She looks at me with my huge hard on and says to me "keep stroking because you are going to love to hear this." I slowly massage my cock and ask her to please tell me. She says, "All of them cou...
When he heard the dull clink of the mailbox lid dropping back down, Adam Blaine strolled to his front door, opened it and retrieved the contents the postman had left behind. Two pieces of junk mail, a bill and a large manilla envelope made up the day's delivery. The manilla envelope was addressed to him. Tossing the other mail aside, Adam reflected that he w...
Author's note: This chapter should answer some of your questions. This story isn't about a size queen or a cuckold. It's about the torment the couple goes through, in particular the husband, being from his point of view. Many of you jumped at the chance to call me a racist. That is truly a sad commentary on our society. Just so you know, my wife was a dif...
This is a very dark little opus, and fairly short vs what I had originally conceived. (For those of you concerned with such things, I get a lot of inspiration from dreams and those just-before-sleep / just-before-waking periods. This is in Loving Wives because that's where many such stories go; but, it has an exceptionally strong Fantasy component. If time...