Take Out the Trash By blackrandl1968 This is a preview story for NoraFares' "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover" event. If you wish to read other stories of this type, tune in on June 8 for stories by some really good authors. It's just a short bit of fun, not intended to be anything but fun. If you enjoy a short bit of fun, great. If you're looking for high dram...
Author's note: Because I'm a romantic at heart I get a lot of static over the fact that the husbands and boyfriends in my stories tend to love their ladies enough to forgive them their peccadilloes. The most common comment is "Another damned wimpy husband story. Why can't you write a story about a 'real man' not some fucking wimp." All I can say is that the...
Mark cradled his head in his hands. The warm wetness on his cheeks shocked him. He looked up at the few strangers sharing the Airport gate with him. None of them seemed to have noticed him at all. He was alone. How alone would he be once he got home. The image of his wife burned in eyes and the tears rolled from his eyes again. How could he have done...
When Linda arrived home from work that afternoon, Lois, wearing only a filmy robe, was in the kitchen, working at the kitchen counter. Linda looked at her friend and felt a shiver race through her body. "Lois is so beautiful!" the slim woman thought as she gazed at her auburn-haired friend's lush body. "She's always had such a fantastic body. I wish I wasn'...
As I followed Linda out of the pool, I just began to think how Bizarre this relationship is getting. From the start, my goal was to gently bend and steer her the right way, to try to get her out of the flesh business. But it seems that she has morally corrupted me. Destroyed my ethics. Seared my conscience. Blinded me to distinguish what is right and wrong....
Adele was bored. She lay on her stomach on top of her bed, swinging her feet above her head, desperately tried to find a new way to amuse herself. Unfortunately, there was nothing to do. She had already checked her email twice, written in her journal, and stared at the ceiling for too long than she cared to think about. She had entertained the thought of a m...
I like to watch. Not only is it the title of my favorite porn film from the 80's, but it also describes my sexual preference. And there is nothing I like more than watching my sweet, bouncy bottom little lady reaching a climax. I guess it all started with the introduction of marital aids into our foreplay. Vibrators, dildos and things of that nature, which...
It was an impossible time to love and yet they did, ignoring the rest of the world, oblivious to the furor, the horror and the hatred. While they climbed into bed millions watched a world leader hanged for killing hundreds of innocents, while another world leader walked confidently to church, perhaps to pray for the hundreds, maybe thousands of innocents he...
This particular article is from the perspective of a man. Unless otherwise specified, when I refer to men, I mean men who have a wife or girlfriend. This article also refers to the MAJORITY of men. There are, of course, exceptions. If there is a woman who would like to write a companion article, I would gladly welcome that. To make myself perfectly clear, I...
Lily heard a knock on her bedroom door. "Come in," she said, thinking it was Becca, her roommate. After the door opened, she realized it was not a woman standing there. It was Michael, dressed in briefs. His tanned chest had whorls of dark hair on it and his physique honed from hours spent outdoors working construction. "What are you doing here," she said...