The next evening, home from work. "About last night..." Jamie said. "The way you worshiped and adored me. I could get very accustomed to being treated like a God. I don't know if I have ever come as hard as that." "You have always been God like for me. I just put it into those words for the first time. Early in the first year of our marriage honeymoon, I k...
A brief introduction: Here's another loving wives story. Let's begin with the usual admonitions. First, don't obsess if there's something that sounds mildly political; it's just there to help the story. And again a reminder: if you're in a hurry you should go someplace else. I always take the long way home. ***** Prologue: Devon Buchanan looked out acr...
Carla has visited my NYC office on many occasions. She is a product manager for one of the lines of formal female dress shoes my stores and consignment partners carry. Once she had a late flight and had to check out by noon from her hotel. I let her put her luggage in my storeroom and offered to make her dinner at my week-day apartment just around the corner...
Nadia Khan looked at the tall, dark and handsome African-American man who lay next to her. Hard to believe that a year ago, her husband Omar Jackson considered himself an atheist and a soldier of the United States of America. Now he was a practicing Muslim and a hard-working herdsman and farmer living in the woods outside Multan, one of the largest cities of...
(Author's note: This story and "The Bradford Family Saga" were written simultaneously; parallel stories with the same theme. Certain scenes and/or dialogue are common to both.) * * * * * Carol Brady sat on the commode, her nightgown bunched around her waist. Through wide open legs she watched the last drops of her morning piss cling to her silky blonde pus...
I awoke the next morning still dressed in Carla's purple panties, stockings and matching bra. The rampant rabbit and the dildo were beside me on the bed. There were traces of the lip-gloss on the duvet and the heady, pungent smell of cum. Carla's panties were stained with the stuff. I figured I had a lot of cleaning and clearing up to do. I felt a sense of...
Tia: After Zoe had cum over my tits, we cleaned ourselves up. We had a shower, but not together, as we both wanted to just be Tia and Zoe in front of each other for now. With my stockings and lingerie a bit of a sticky mess, Zoe offered to wash those for me, and I could pick an outfit from her wardrobe. Zoe did admit she also offered to wash my stuff to h...
My name is Amane Akira. I'm a simple guy who loved computing, and that's what I had dedicated my whole life to. I tried my whole life to make my dreams come true; I studied a career and managed to graduate. I got a job in a prestigious company and the truth is that I was aiming high in the position I was in. My life was successful. Because, I not only have t...
*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned* *Time is not your enemy any more than breathing and your heartbeat are inconvenient* *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. I apologize to Homer an...
She sits in her college class one night a week after work. This is one of the classes that builds her career. She likes to learn. She is diligent and conscientious and does well. But tonight, her mind drifts. Blame it on a long day. Blame it on a dull topic tonight. But mostly it is because of him that she can't really focus tonight. He is always in her thou...