'Am I a horrible person if I say that I am glad he's dead?' Isla looks at her friends guiltily.
'Of course not,' Fiona responds immediately, and Sarah, Helen and Betty nod in agreement. They all know what she means. Fred was ill, a slow deterioration process, with the "bonus" of Alzheimer's in the final stages of his illness, which meant that he often did not even recognise her. It had been an ordeal, and Isla had done her utmost to make the last part as pleasant as possible for her husband, but it had t...

This is the follow-on reconciliation story to the Loving Wives story 'I choose you sweetheart'. It will make more sense if you read that first.
In my view there can be reconciliation, but the miscreant must suffer pain, physical or psychological and be remorseful. That is why this is in the Rom category. If you don't like reconciliation stories, I suggest you stop now....

Erik sighed as he walked back toward his office from the kitchen, a fresh cup of coffee in one hand and a blueberry scone in his left, wrapped in a soft cloth. His day was dragging on, and this next meeting was going to be the worst by far. It had been called by the CEO, it was an all-hands for management and project teams, which meant easily 60 attendees all trying to curry favor, guard their budgets, and generally justify their existence. His team was not likely on the chopping block, but he still needed ...

A View to a Thrill


Sean Gregory

This submission is, for me, very short and like nearly everything I've written so far, once I start laying down words the original idea I had for the story is out the window, looking for somebody else to harass. It started out being my second attempt at a 'Stroke' story but if you're brave enough to endure this 'tedious brief scene' looking for stroke inspiration, I'm afraid you'll only find 'very tragical mirth.' (My apologies to Pyramus and Thisbe, and of ...

The lingering warmth and taste of him in my mouth, on my lips and tongue, ignited a fierce, almost desperate boldness. A tremor ran through my hands as I reached for him, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. A surge of heat, almost dizzying, made my vision swim for a moment. For the first time in days, a defiant smile stretched my lip. I stood, water cascading down my back, and pulled Dylan into a deep, possessive kiss, my hands tangling in his wet hair. A relentless, throbbing ache consu...

Taking a deep breath in an attempt to control his nerves, Scott reached out and pushed the doorbell of the suburban house. He took a step back and wiped his slightly sweaty hands on his jeans. He shouldn't be this nervous as he has spoken to Enrico on the phone a couple of time. But this was the first in person meeting between the two....

Gratefully I sink into my seat.  It is going to be a very long flight. NEWARK, my boarding pass says, but it's just another destination at the end of yet another flight.
I usually prefer to sit on the aisle but none of those seats are available and I feel lucky to even get a window.  True, it's in the very last row of the plane, but at least I don't have to endure the three hours sandwiched into a middle seat between an ex-pro football player and a mother with a screaming infant.  And with any luck the m...

"You sure you're in the right place buddy?"
(Hey look! We're developing a theme! Cool.)
Okay, given where I was and what I was immediately doing, it's a fair question. One does not usually see someone with an old-school leather notebook (A gift to myself a long time ago after getting my first novel published.), scribbling away while the room around him pulses with music and laughter....

Thanks to markf52 for the editing help.
All sexual encounters are between characters eighteen and older.
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Our trip back to Oregon was uneventful until we got to the southwest coast of South America.
"Wake up, everyone, wake up!" Jasiri was yelling at us....

Work, work work.... sleep! Repeat! I didn't really appreciate how much physical labor goes into operating a retail drugstore until a dear friend told me to give it a try. He had the same college degree as me and thought I might be a good fit. I was leaving a budding career in fitness club management because I had topped out with my salary and got passed over for the next promotion. Only one week in and my lower back was killing me. The glamorous part of retail is the holiday sales, but what most people don'...

Jilly Sexual Therapist P.1
Copyright Catcher78 All Rights Reserved
Author's Notes:
Characters:
Teddy Benedict forty eight year old husband of Jilly Arnold and father of Teri and Tina twin daughters and Tali our oldest daughter, he is a high school history teacher and baseball coach
Jilly Arnold forty two year old wife and sexual-therapist...

Astrid McCall sat there in her car crying outside the home of someone she loved most wondering how this could have happened. Thinking that she had gotten so lucky to find another love after her husband, Trent, had died 2 years ago. Unfortunately, it was not meant to be... At least not for her. Looking up into the master bedroom window she saw two figures moving around. All she could think was... Why not me?...

The next day was a bit of a blur most of the morning, but Helen teased me mercilessly about what we had both got up to in the caravan with the four dirty old men. I was a little embarrassed and slightly confused that I had let myself go so far and was surprised just how much I had enjoyed sucking all their cocks as a prelude to them fucking my very willing girlfriend. I was a bit quiet as I ruminated on the events, but Helen couldn't stop going on about how much she had enjoyed playing the slut for them and...

Take My Cherry, Please
Sometimes, the first one really is the best one.
Mick and I had known each other since childhood. He was known as Micky back then, and we lived on the same block. Back in the neighborhood, we were the best of friends. We held bike races, climbed trees, and played board games for hours when it was raining. We even remained best friends after Micky hit me on the lip with a pinecone, at least after the bleeding stopped and Micky's mom made him come over and apologize....

Freyja woke up to the sound of the apartment door closing with a quiet click, followed by the sounds of voices, low and warm, muffled through the walls. Quiet footsteps approached down the hallway, and soon the other bedroom's door was closed.
She opened her eyes slowly, blinking into the darkness, sluggish with sleep. Outside the window, the first rays of sunlight filtered through, signaling the beginning of a new day. As Freyja slowly sat up, her body protested every movement, a painful reminder of the...

The kid's cock was wedged up my wife's cunt. She was moaning hard. Semen was smeared over her tits and neck. He was rutting hard into her slit, as if he would fill her with come at any second.
I was sitting on our bedroom chair, naked, stroking my cock, watching my wife straddling Jerem. He was one of the Prodigal Sons, a very young, wayward man. My wife Chastity was one of the wives who supervised the Prodigals. She was supposed to steer them back to the Godly path, with her maternal instincts and chast...

Oh Andrea, what a crazy life. It started all so perfectly but her life took some colossal
twists and turns. It started with stripping then eventually selling herself while studying in college. She did turn the corner, broke away, even got married. But then she cheated, got caught. Ended up back in the business. Andrea, Andrea, Andrea!...

I buzz your toy remotely while you're in the restaurant talking to the waiter, then take you across the street into a park and take you while he watches from across the street.


The Waiter, Me and the Toy (M4F) by R. Jay Moran
















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To peface my story a bit I would like to say that I'm not a young nieve girl or woman and have been contently married for over 25 years.
Although after that length of time couples seem to become complacent and sometimes get in a rut.
This event took place in June of 2024 while I eas at a function comprised mainly of women from all over the world....

Full title: Homewrecker Magician Girl Shows You Some of Her Special "Tricks"
In this audio, it's your little one's birthday, but you're feeling a little less than excited. You love your family, but married life as been a big drag on you and you can't help but miss the fun and energy of your youth. Fortunately for you, it just so happens that the pretty young magician girl that you hired for the party knows just how to cheer you up: With some fun magic tricks! Watch in wonderment as she makes your cock di...

Chapter Thee -- History Repeats Itself
Cabin 121 Park Motor Lodge, Engadine NSW, Australia
The man approached the bed jiggling the handcuff keys, holding them in front of Sarah's face to taunt her. She had overheard the conversation between Salesi and the other two men and she knew that there was no salvation in those handcuff keys....

Sarah lingered in the small bedroom, her skin still flushed from Silas's touch, a mix of exhilaration and embarrassment swirling in her chest. The bunker's scant dress code loomed--thongs, toplessness, the bare minimum to conserve water--but the thought of walking out so exposed made her stomach twist. She rummaged through her bag, settling on a pair of subtle cotton panties and a full-sized bra that covered her breasts, a compromise between modesty and the bunker's norms. Silas, unperturbed, slipped into h...

"You're hilarious," Angela said, leaning over the chain-metal fence near the city trail.
"Thanks. It's been fun bantering with you, too." Angela had stopped jogging long enough to see what I was up to in the grass on my side of the fence. We ended up bantering for at least ten minutes as we traded jokes and observations about the people on the trail. Initially, when I heard her behind me, I was sure she was talking to someone else. Once the weather warmed up, I often saw her around. We had exchanged supe...

I love medieval or historic adventure/romance. I watched one some time back and disappointed by the lack of storyline, I boasted to my wife that even I could write a simple romantic drama that will be better. To prove my point, I told her two stories. This is the written form of better of those.
My wife loved it - I am not sure if she liked the story or she simply cares about my feelings....

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Le Français is an original Law Enforcement series playing with the Cop/Not-a-Cop trope, mixed with some social power play, and (hopefully) realistic BDSM elements. The series will jump between categories based on the content of each part. This series is commissioned by the fantastic ThL!...

Disclaimer: All characters, places, names and scenarios are fictional. They are not based on anyone I know, or anything anyone has told me. But if you think it describes you, then I really hope you are happy. Please feel free to give feedback, however all anonymous comments will be disregarded. If you are looking for perfect grammar or punctuation, I suggest you stop reading now. I do try but I know I am a bit rubbish at it, maybe eventually I will improve, who knows....

FISHING, GOLF, GIVING PLEASURE TO BULLS
by BigBull4YourWife
Beautiful crisp morning, and their tee time is bright and early and worth it.
The course is emerald. The morning sun makes the water look golden. It is a great time for golf.
Rick plays in a regular foursome with two other, older guys like him, and one young ringer. The ringer is fresh from his college's varsity golf team, and even playing three balls against one, the young man takes each hole....

When Tracy and Mom got back to the cabin - and stepped out of the car into their mercifully secluded front drive - they peeked in and found the boys lounging around the living room. Seay lay on his stomach on the floor fully naked, reading some book about birds, while Dad stretched his bare hairy body on the couch, his eyes glued to the TV screen, which he'd muted and put on closed-captioning. It was Bob Ross, talking about a squirrel he'd once nursed back to health. The differently shaped pair of different...

Noting Seula's move toward the descending stairs, Azalea inquired, "You're not taking the lift?"
"Too slow."
"So then how..."
The selkie grabbed a bucket, filled it with water from a barrel, and poured it down a slide on the outer curve of the stairwell.
"I... I need to prepare a few things, so I'll meet you at the b... bottom."...

This story is a work of fiction, any resemblance to the real life is purely coincidental.
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The muffled voices of murmurs were echoing around the tiny bar, mixed with cozy jazz music playing on the background. It was at the rush hour, the crowed situation of the room made the air too dense to breath easily and the refreshing breezes were like my saviors, blew in through the door every now and then, giving me some good opportunities to take some nice deep breaths....