A tale of a husband who wants his wife to stray. If this is not for you then read no further. My wife Tessa and I have been married for 12 years. I was coming up to my 40th birthday and we had talked about a party, holiday to celebrate. We have one child, a beautiful 7 year old girl who is the apple of our eyes. We both work and have a pretty decent lifes...
Grey skies and lazily falling thick drops of rain made the aura 'no-mood-for-work'. Shaurya had been desperately waiting for his lunch-time to commence so that he too may hear the thud and splatter of the rains outside. At one twenty-five he lifted himself from his chair and jolted outside, his mind racing with random thoughts. He took the lift from the twen...
With his hand on her back, he led her to his car, saying only that she was going to come to his house. Leaving her car, however, made her slightly nervous and she twisted her hands tensely in her lap as she got in his car. Despite her exhaustion and arousal, she could not help but wonder if he had planned it all from the beginning. The thought crossed her mi...
As she pumped and did her exercises, Mason cursed under her breath. She'd been an idiot yesterday, an total idiot. She and Neal had their first fight. It was one of those silly fights that people have over nothing – she could barely remember what it was about right now – but her stubborn pride wouldn't let her back down and Neal had left, angry. She missed...
WARNING TO NEW READERS TO THE SERIES - This is a long, rambling story and VERY British which has been divided into several parts for ease of editing and reading. The individual parts will make more sense if read in sequence as they follow straight on chronologically and therefore new readers should start reading at NOVELS & NOVELLAS > The Touch> Chapter 1 -...
Allergy information: Contains piss and strong body odor. May contain politically incorrect sex. ***** "We have begun our descend towards Tokyo Narita airport. Please make sure that your hand-luggage is securely stowed, and ..." I did not pay attention to the rest of the announcement, I have heard it so often. Instead, my mind returned to the hotel I had bo...
I had to leave. This was going nowhere and I couldn't breathe. Watching him just lying there on the couch, playing video games and not being interested in almost anything else. He played with his Lara Croft look-a-likes 100 times more than me. When I met Jesse in high school, I thought his dimples and large trust fund could carry our relationship forever,...
Returning from my Thursday afternoon class, I saw the fresh sticky note on my college dormitory room door. "Dan. Call your aunt. Today before five if possible." The message, taken by another dorm resident, sounded innocent enough to the casual reader, except I have no aunt. The message was from Eileen Hamilton, a 44-year young farm wife from my home town,...
3. The Hotel: I'm Melanie. I'm a 30 year old, married slut who cheats on her husband almost daily, if not even more often than that, because he can't come close to satisfying me and I can't possibly get enough cock anyway. This is another entry in my memoirs. At the time I'm writing this, I've got about eight to ten guys who I count as "boyfriends" -- guy...
Please note, dear reader, that Sophie likes her name to be pronounced with the accent on the second syllable. She prays you to keep this in mind when reading this story. You might even exercise it a couple of times before you start, she suggests :-) Sophie furthermore wishes you a pleasurable and exciting reading and so do I. This is my story on how I first...