One Night in 13th Century Belarus A tale of the Keivian Rus and the Mongols Zlata, a young widow on a Belarussian Farm in the mid-13th century, has an encounter with a mysterious stranger from the East. What lies in store for her will change her life, and the life of her small community, creating ripples in history that follow through to this present day....
I was back from my lunch break and an hour later I was nearly done with much of the work that had piled on my IN-tray since the previous week. It felt so good when I had much time to myself in my office. It was a good time to be really naughty. My door was locked and my secretary knew not to bother me during such hour unless it was absolutely necessary or i...
I must make this disclaimer. My friend Showife has been an inspiration to me and he encouraged me to publish my stories. Last week I read one of his great stories with the premise of using Craigslist to bring people to the house to see the wife. I would never rip off anyone's idea. However I had written this ten days before I read his, using the same premise...
PROLOGUE: "The Talk," epitomized in song, fable and hundreds of Loving Wives stories. Most of us have used it as a plot device in at least one or two stories—even me. The problem with "The Talk" is its believability. Could anyone actually be so stupid as to sit down with their spouse and proclaim their intent to cheat in some manner? The answer is yes, bu...
This is a story is a fantasy grounded in some truth. It is different than my usual stories, but like all of my stories, it was inspired by some recent events. I hope you enjoy. It obviously helps to read chapter 1 and I want to thank those that commented on that chapter for giving me some food for thought related to this chapter. The plan is to wrap up this...
Another in a series of stories written for my wife... * We attended one of those typical art openings, you were asked to assist and perform your usual magic for both the staff and clients. No wonder, you were your normal stunning self, dressed in a fitted black backless dress, black stockings, a small strand of pearls and little else. Your hair was down, c...
“We write in order to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection.” Anais Nin It is that first moment that transcends all speech and thought – the moment our eyes meet. Shy yet lingering smiles greet our shared gazes. I lower my eyes demurely, flirtatiously—the gesture containing all the expertise of an eighteenth-century courtesan. I purse my lip...
"And there were arguments. There would always be arguments, even with a mannequin. She wasn't talkative, but he was sure she told him once, 'You're the greatest lover of them all.' [...] Yes, there were advantages. She wasn't like all the other women he had known. She didn't want to make love at inconvenient moments. He could choose the time. And she did...
Chapter Two - The Plan *** NOTE FROM AUTHOR: This is chapter two of a four-chapter story. It really does make a lot more sense if you read the chapters in order. As a word of caution, this story involves a wife who cheats on her husband in an outrageous way. He is not a willing cuckold and so plans how to get some revenge on her and her boss. If this sort...
This is the continuing story of a wimpy white husband whose adulterous wife has unprotected sex with a black man. If that's not your cup of tea, please don't force yourself to read it. If you do enjoy the story, please take a second to vote, and your comments and feedback are always welcome. After leaving my company Christmas party, my black boyfriend Jac...