Joe woke up early Saturday morning and slowly climbed out of bed, being sure not to wake his wife, Mallisa. As he stood in the doorway to the hall, he looked at her and smiled. She looked so peaceful; her long wavy hair cascading down over her shoulder and across the pillow, one hand smushed up under her face and the other reaching out toward his side of the...
He was thinking that perhaps he should have been paying more attention long ago? Mark Brown stood there behind a row of low bushes, looking over at the woman that just came out of the department store. She was dressed fit to kill, far too much cleavage for the middle of a weekday morning. Her overly high heels caused her breasts to sway with each step, he r...
Nipping the Juice Some of the last few stories I've offered have been relatively short stand- alone tales. This is another one of them. It has a little bit of an ouch with a smile I hope but there were no wives' ass' set on fire in this one. I like good criticism but I simply smile and delete asinine comments. Claire looked at me with wide open doe eyes an...
Hello everyone. Here is Chapter Three of Choices. I certainly hope you enjoyed Chapters One and Two. Thank you for continuing to read this story. Thanks Jim. It is self-edited, so any mistakes are my own. But please don't let any errors you may find distract from the story. Please read and comment. Your thoughts are welcomed and I really want to know wha...
Donna - the sort of girl you want to bend over your knee and slap her bottom until it turns purple. She's fresh out of school and prime to end up like all the other girls on this estate... Pregnant. And God would I love to put a bun in her oven. Not that I'm into all that preggers porn. They just look fat to me. But I'd rattle Donna until she was about to po...
I had just arrived home after five days on a business trip to Vegas. I walked through the front door around 9 AM. I knew that Debbie, my wife, would have left for work an hour prior to my arrival. I went to the kitchen and rummaged around in the refrigerator, found a cold slice of pizza and washed it down with a Pepsi. It always amazed Debbie that I could ea...
I had this dream one night and a few days later it came back to me. It is actually based on two separate incidents from my own life, combined with the resulting news coverage of each. I wrote it down and now submit it, for whatever it may be worth. I've been writing for many years, but only for my own self-gratification. Submitting my output for peer review...
Since posting "Marci" I have received many comments and suggestions about Marci and about what I should do. Because of this response I find it necessary to tell the rest of this story. At the end of my previous account Marci had left to stay with her sister. As she left she gave me a note that, I guess was her attempt to apologize and to explain her actions...
Warning: There is no-sex in this story. Chapter 1: Our Shadow There is nothing like a cold December morning to drive the last vestige of sleep from my body. My glasses fogged as soon as I opened the outer door. I bent forward to retrieve my handkerchief and my peripheral vision caught movement to my right, it was not close by, perhaps some forty feet away...
My thanks once again to Blackrandl1958. This, like all my stories, is a work of fiction. I can almost guarantee that my references to the law, crime, and punishment will be met with criticism. That's okay. Most readers will enjoy it for what it is. *** She cheated for a reason ...She didn't want to go to jail I watched him unbutton my wife's blouse and p...