My First Affair, True Story Part Two
I arrived in the office as usual and resolved to talk to her as soon as she arrived. As soon as she arrived I called her to my office and shut the door. She sat on the chair in front…
I arrived in the office as usual and resolved to talk to her as soon as she arrived. As soon as she arrived I called her to my office and shut the door. She sat on the chair in front…
This is a true story which I think I have wanted to put down on paper for some time but never really had the right forum until now. I am also inspired by another writer sharing true stories. Let me…
We laid there for the next several minutes silent. We were spent. She spoke up and said how amazing it was. I couldn't agree more. It truly was. We laid in each other's arms in complete silence both of us…
On his feet with a quickness, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. My legs wrapped around his frame my arms interlocked holding on for safety. At the bed, I wouldn't let go. I…
Hey gang. I'm back!!! Did y'all miss me? Sorry I haven't written anything in months. Just really had nothing to tell that wasn't "vanilla". I mean come on, anyone can screw. How mundane is that to read? But never fear,…
Continued from Ch. 02 "Good," Liam said. "We call it the Rod and Gun Club, nice and generic with a little pun thrown in for good measure. We can go over the details tomorrow. For now, let's see…
Ten minutes later I had the room cleaned up and even had had time to hop in the shower to rinse off. Liam knocked on the door a few minutes later and came in, apologizing for the delay and saying…
I have never known who was responsible for starting the Club, but whoever it was, they deserve the thanks and admiration of many a gentleman across the U.S. I was introduced to the club a about 5 years ago, by…
I had been with Jessie's mother for 5 years. She was sweet and really good in bed, but I never could get enough. I fucked around way too much. When Tina left on a skiing trip for a couple of…
When I turned 18 years old in North Africa, my father’s friend who had become a widower asked my father for my hand in marriage. My mother was told to get me ready for marriage to this man whom she…