This story is dedicated to Laura K who has entertained my husband while I spent time with his friend Tom, my lover. She helped him through his angst when I left to spend time with Tom at his house. She celebrated with him upon my early and unexpected return never to see Tom again. She shared with us both her desire for a dominant man, preferably black to fuc...
Authors Note: This is another FICTIONAL story. All characters in the story are FICTIONALwith the exception of my wife and I. All of the actions and conversations in this story are FICTIONAL. *** Darby shook me awake around 9.30. "Go and have a shower." He ordered. I rolled out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. The water was hot and the glass walls o...
Their Separate Lives Him He was in his mid-40s, trim and worked as a manager in an office. He had been in a vanilla marriage for years that just didn't ever seem fulfilling. Finally, he realized that life was not getting any shorter and decided to end the marriage. By then they were just going through the motions so it was a relief for both parties. He...
Wanda Catron needed to cum. She needed to cum badly. The dildo in her pussy was buzzing away at high speed. The slim jim vibrator in her ass was going, too. And the pussy on her face was cumming, its delicious flow smothering Wanda and upping her desires. But she could not cum yet. Her Mistress, Anne Franklin, had not said the word that would let Wanda Catr...
One Friday after work, Bud joined a younger couple who were pretty good friends of his at a local pub to enjoy a few brews and catch up on what he and they had all been doing. He was approaching the half-way point in his fifties while his friends were respectively just past forty (him), and Julie, she was in her late twenties. Hermano was a sculptor and Ju...
Love the feedback folks. It is amazing to hear so many different thoughts on chapter 1 and what you think of Chip. BTW- I see Paul Rudd as Matty in my head. I'll try to flesh out the rest of the cast as we go! We pickup the story outside of Matty's house on Saturday night. Chip has just found out 24 hours ago that his wife Joan has been plotting for a ye...
Father Frenault tapped his watch, just to make sure it was still running. It was. 3:26. Damn it! She should have been here by now! he thought bitterly, then immediately made penance for the mental outburst and bit of implied blasphemy. He could afford a few more minutes before heading over to the Murphy boy's wake. In the meantime, he had no choice but to wa...
It was my fourth offence in less than nine months, and as I arrived at the magistrate's court I knew I wasn't going to get away with anything less than a driving ban. The only question was how long would it be. Bloody speed cameras were threatening to take away my livelihood, and I was caught out bang to rights. Obviously, it wasn't the cameras that were at...
Morgana tensed as she thought she heard the rustling sound again, but there was nothing to be seen as she peered around; its probably just my imagination she thought shivering now as the day grew cooler. She reflected upon the morning's events and wondered how it was that she found herself in these predicaments. How many other people ended up tied to a tree...
This story is dedicated to my dear friend, Trish Patricia stood by the open doorway, looking out through the storm door at her small, snow covered front yard, and the street beyond. Her front porch light illuminated the heavily, but silently, falling snow which prevented traffic on the street. Her heart felt heavy and a tear slid down her cheek because she...