By uppishcarrot. Jack had always thought of himself as the kind of man who got what he wanted. He worked hard, he looked the part, and he carried himself with the crisp confidence of someone accustomed to being taken seriously. Louise, his wife, only amplified that image: a former fashion model, still stunning, with the poise of a woman who knew she was desired wherever she went. They were, by every measure, a perfect couple. Except behind closed
Read moreBy StraponHubby. Right from our first date, it was apparent that Amy knew what she wanted and focused on getting it. Whether it was professional objectives, fitness goals, or anything else she set her sights on, she would go for it. “I get that from my mom,” she told me while we enjoyed breakfast at a local greasy spoon restaurant. “My mother can be very… determined, let’s say.” Luckily, Amy’s own determination was presently focused on me.
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. Amy pushed open the door to the tiny ladies’ room, the door clicking shut behind her in the cramped space. The restaurant’s Mom-and-Pop vibe meant no frills: just a sink, a mirror, and the toilet squeezed against the wall. She locked the door, her short skirt riding up her thighs as she hiked it higher. Her fingers hooked the thin strap of her thong, yanking it aside to expose her shaved pussy. She lowered herself onto
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. The dinner at my new girlfriend’s old house had hit me hard. My stomach churned like a storm, and I bolted for the bathroom upstairs, the creaky wooden floors groaning under my 245 pounds. The place was a relic—peeling wallpaper, a tub that looked as if it hadn’t been scrubbed since the 1970s. I slammed the door and twisted the lock, but it felt loose, like it might give way with a strong push. No time
Read moreBy Danny M. Lost my clothes, dignity, and girlfriend at a frat party… It was a cold November or December night in late 2000. My girlfriend Nancy and I were both nineteen, college sophomores. The only thing was that we went to different schools. She had just finished pledging her sorority, and we were going to her first party as official Kappas. We arrived at the Frat house together. The place was already pulsing with loud music, laughter,
Read moreBy Jon_cutesack. JILL This was the 5th time you’ve popped into Misty’s Esoterica and Apothecary. You loved browsing the shelves on your way home from work. The treasures you would spy always entertained you, and Misty was always welcoming and pleasant to talk to. You were delighted by tarot readings and the discussion of spirituality, untapped powers, and long-forgotten folklore and facts. Today was different, however. Misty wasn’t there; instead, there was a new face you hadn’t seen
Read moreBy Probus888. My father, King Oswald IX, son of Oswald VIII, King of Bosworth, Lord of the Riparian Meadows, etc., etc., looked up from his paper-strewn table. Light flooded in from the mullioned windows, illuminating the manuscripts. He held a parchment in his left hand. “Young Osgood. Good to see you. I have been sent a request for you to marry Ellessa, daughter of the Baroness of Alezeur. We have negotiated a very generous bride price and, with
Read moreBy JoeHo. Tony loved going to the movies with his girlfriend, Lisa. They went out every week for a date night, but Lisa had decided to spice things up and take Tony on an exciting adventure. Now, Tony had always talked about it, but would never do anything without a push. Tony opens the door for Lisa, and she heads in to chat easily with the cashier as she processes her ticket. Tony asks, “What was that about?”
Read moreBy TEEBENZAR. CHAPTER 1 It was early April, and the heat of the Greek sun was a delicious weight on my skin as I sipped my Aperol Spritz. Mark, my husband, was chatting away with Tom, and I was deep in a conspiratorial gaze with Emily, Tom’s wife. We’d only known them a couple of days, but the four of us had instantly clicked, a rare and wonderful thing in your early thirties. It’s only been two full
Read moreBy RandyKneeling. Read Part 1 Here! Read Part 2 Here! ***** Part 3… When the doorbell rang, Brooke jumped up to let them in, betraying an excitement I hadn’t noticed during our preparations. “Welcome! Hi Allie and Timothy, so glad you could make it. Please, come in. Allie, I have nice crisp Sauvignon Blanc chilled – I’d love to share some with you if it’s not too early.” “Hey, it’s five o’clock somewhere, right?” she quipped. Allie put
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