Heartache on the River
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Hi Folks. First off, Thanks to all of the people who emailed me about my absence. It wasn't actually planned. But during the time that I didn't have the services Of a legendary editor, I started trying to finish the book I've been working on. And I sort of worked on it until it was finished. But to start us out again I wanted to write something that was more about feelings than most of my stories. I wanted to write something like Barney-R or Hermit or Jake Rivers would write. And while not quite up to their standards, this is a fairly decent stab. As always, if you don't like this one the next one will be different. Thanks to every one who reads it. And thanks of course to Barney-R for eiditing it with his usual wizardry. SS06
A day of destiny; that's what they call it when you experience an event that changes your life forever. Somehow I never expected mine to be in a crummy bar at the edge of the town I lived in.
I'd never been in the place before, but I knew of it. I think everybody in town knew about it. It was one of those places that nice people didn't visit. It was famous for whores, liquor, sluts, gambling, and skanks.
I felt dirty just stepping into the place, but it was necessary. It wasn't that I thought I was above things like that. During my college days, I'd been quite the hell-raiser. But my parent's deaths had burned all of that out of me and made me take my life and my future a bit more seriously.
There had been things I wanted to do with my life ... And none of them had anything to do with running the family's sprawling acreage. But I had two younger sisters who had just entered college and in the absence of our parents, the responsibility for keeping the family afloat fell to me.
So like my father and his father before him, I became a rancher. And strangely enough, I was good at it. Better, in fact, than my father, or my grandfather ever was. I was the first in three generations to do more than scratch a living out of the dirt we'd put our blood, sweat and tears into.
I had modernized our operations to the point that several very exclusive buyers were willing to pay very dearly for my beef. I also had a few large chain stores that paid through the nose for my lesser grades just for the name and my brand.
Ranching is hard work, even on an executive level. But I modernized the old place to the max. I'd built a new main house that was luxurious and well appointed. It had a pool and a spa and all the comforts of any California Mansion.
And I had filled the place with the one thing I needed to ensure that future generations would be able to keep things going. Yep I had married the prettiest girl in town.
Over the years, I had put some work into her as well. Nothing that I thought she needed, but women are crazy. Sally is a beautiful woman. The good lord saw fit to give her a slim and sexy body, beautiful natural blond hair and the bluest eyes that anyone would ever see.
But Sally has never been happy with what she has. She always wants more. So after a few years of her being jealous and miserable about what the good lord had forgotten, I got her a set of store-bought titties that no man could take his eyes off of.
They were much bigger than I thought they'd be and to tell the truth, after the surgery, I found myself wishing that we hadn't done it. But I felt the same way about her car. Sally drives a pussy pink BMW convertible that I have never set foot in.
But that to me is fine. Sally hates my Mustang as much as I hate her car. She says that it's too loud and too brutish for her. I can't stomach the thought of her smoking her shitty smelling cigarettes in my car, so I've never let her in it. I bought her the BMW to protect my Mustang.
I guess over the years I've doted on Sally. Maybe it was remembering all of the stories my Mom used to tell me about how she and my father hadn't gotten along at first. They were both strong-willed and neither wanted to give any ground. But in the end, they loved each other so much that they found a way to make things work.
In the end, they raised three kids and were very happy together. Even when my sisters and I were grown, I can still remember the way my mom smiled every time my dad came into the room.
My mom and dad never had the kind of money that Sally and I have, but they had something much more important. I guess I always thought that like my mom said, falling in love takes time. There's usually a spark or an attraction from the very beginning, but it takes some time for it to become love.
Of course, my dad swears that she loved him from the first second that she saw him and started following him around like a puppy dog. I didn't care who was right. All I wanted was for Sally to look at me the way my mom looked at my dad.
I also wanted a house full of kids, but Sally and I are nearing thirty, and we don't have any kids yet. She claims that we need a few years to get to know each other and just enjoy each other before we start having kids.
I always thought that she was wrong about that, but I let her have her way. Lately, I've begun to realize that maybe she was right. In a lot of ways, I'm glad that we never had kids.
One of the things that made me feel that way was catching her smiling at me out of the corner of my eye. Even after all the years of hoping to see that woman smiling at me; it kind of hurt to see it.
I know it sounds like I was getting just what I wanted and was unsatisfied with it ... much like Sally and her natural titties, but this was different.
You see the woman I loved had smiled when she saw me, but it wasn't the kind of smile my mom got when she saw my dad. Mom's smile was pure happiness at seeing the man she loved. It spoke of being proud of the man he was and the family they had made together. It was the remembrance of shared struggles and genuine love.
Sally's smile was something different. I'd seen that same smile on beef buyers when they thought they'd put one over on me. It was a smile that told me the bitch was laughing at me.
It had gotten my hackles up enough for me to flip the script. And the things I found out weren't pretty. My PIs were good. They were quick and their discretion was without par. But I loved the silly bitch. I had ever since I first pulled her hair in Sunday school.
So I needed to see it for myself. No, I'm not a sadist. But for two reasons, I needed to put my own eyeballs on it. The first ... Like I said I loved her. So I had to give her the benefit of the doubt. If my marriage was going down in flames, the reasons for it had to be genuine. No he-said-she-said or misunderstandings.
And the second reason was even more important. Once again, I loved the bitch. So for my own sanity ... For my ability to walk away from her and never look back, I needed to burn all of the love I'd built up for her over the years out of my heart.
The best way to do that was to see it in person with my own eyes. It would be even better to have other people around when it happened. That way, there would be the added weight of personal pride on the line.
So with poor Sally thinking she was free and clear to do what she did since I was "out of town on business," I sat back to watch the end of my marriage play out in real time from the front row.
The bar had several of what they called VIP booths. They were shaded corner alcoves that were hidden behind mirrored glass walls. The idea was that you could see everything that went on in the bar, but no one could see you.
Since some of the waitresses and all the dancers who worked at the bar hooked on the side, the VIP rooms were a lucrative sideline for both the owner and the girls. The owner made money from the cost of being in a VIP booth. The girls made theirs from what went on inside of them.
As I looked around the bar, I could see that I was early. I hadn't driven my Mustang. Seeing it outside of the bar would have scared Sally off.
The band was beginning to warm up as I sat down in my booth. Their smooth blended voices sent chills up my spine. Part of it was the uncanny accuracy of their rendition of one of my favorite old songs. The rest was how fitting their song choice was considering the situation.
"Somebody's gonna hurt someone, before the night is through.
Somebody's gonna come undone, there's nothing we can do.
Sally
"Not so hard, baby," I mumbled to the man mauling my tits. I have noticed lately that if you squeezed or rubbed them too hard in certain spots, it was painful. My doctor, jealous bitch that she was told me that it was the implant moving against my actual breast tissue.
She always wanted me to have them removed. Her boobs were bigger than mine. But hers were natural. Of course, she outweighed me by fifty pounds, so they didn't seem to be as big as they were.
"Billy Bob, you like my tits don't you?"I asked. He stopped rolling his tongue around my nipple just long enough to nod.
"You don't care that they're not real?" I asked. That stopped him in his tracks. He even stopped ramming his dick in me.
"They feel real to me, what do you mean?" he asked. Then suddenly he pulled his dick out of me. There was a look of concern written all over his face.
"Is this a catfish?" he asked angrily. "Are you a man?"
It was my turn to get pissed then. "Are you stupid?" I hissed. "That's a pussy you've been stabbing your dick into for the last two hours. I'm also married, you idiot. What I meant was that my boobs have implants to make them bigger."
"Oh so it's kind of like steroids... ?" he gushed. "The guys in school who couldn't grow bigger muscles by lifting weights stuck a needle in their ass and pumped themselves up with drugs. Then they got to be as big as a fuckin' house. Never heard a no titty steroids before this."
I just looked at him. Despite the fact that he was only three years younger than my husband Rick and I, Billy Bob seemed to be a child. My husband was more of a grown up as a teenager than Billy Bob would ever be.
Maybe that was the attraction. Unlike Rick, who was always serious, always worried about our finances and the ranch, Billy Bob was fun. Everybody needs a little bit of fun now and then.
When I married Rick, I never expected to be put on a shelf before I was thirty. Sometimes Rick acted like we were ready for retirement. He has no idea how good we have it. We should be traveling around the world and seeing things. We have more money than anyone we know, but all he does is worry.
He should look at the way all of his friends look at me when we're in town. He has no idea how lucky he is to have me. Most of the women we went to school with have already destroyed their bodies by having kids. On the other hand, I am hotter now than I was in high school.
If Rick doesn't play his cards right, I might find someone like Billy Bob to have as more than a once in a while distraction to play with in a motel fifty miles away from home.
The thought of it made me laugh. I wasn't stupid. Rick bought me anything I asked for without question. Rick loved me more than anything else in the world. Billy Bob was a toy, nothing more. That was why I was always careful only to go to places where the people Rick knew, would never go.
"We did it backwards this time," Billy Bob gushed. I had no idea what he was talking about. We often had sex doggy style.
"We always go to the bar and get drunk first, and then we fuck," he said. "This time we fucked first."
"You didn't like it?" I asked. He looked confused.
"What will we do after we get drunk?" he asked.
"We'll fuck some more, baby!" I told him. That seemed to bring a smile to his face.
"Could I bring a couple of friends?" he asked, smiling. I was floored. I knew that my relationship with Billy Bob was over. He was such a moron. Didn't he understand how special I was? He was treating me like some whore. Did he think that he could pass me around to his friends, and gang bang me like some cheap redneck floozy?
It was a shame though. He certainly was cute.
"Let's take a shower and get out of here," I said.
He sniffed under one arm. "I'm good," he said. "But you go ahead."
I looked at my watch and realized that I had barely enough time to get ready. I needed to be in the bar at a certain time. Not that I was looking for anyone or anything, in particular, but I needed to make an entrance. That was what this was all about.
I could get sex from my husband just by twitching my little finger. What I needed was the excitement and the thrill of having everyone staring at me and wondering who I was. I needed to dance and flaunt my body before Rick ruined it by pumping me full of kids.
I needed to have eyes crawling over my body. I needed for every man in the place to want me and every woman to hate my fucking guts while deep inside, they all wanted to be me.
As the warm water cascaded over me, I realized that I left my un-scented shower gel in my bag. I hated using scented soaps because they often clashed with my perfume.
Leaving the shower, I heard Billy Bob's voice.
"Hottest bitch you've ever seen," he said. "She's gonna fuck all of us. Yeah just like all of the rest of 'em. We'll have her pulling the train."
I slipped back into the bathroom. I was pissed. Mr. Billy Bob Walker was going to get a lesson tonight. Someone would be pulling something tonight, but it wouldn't be me."
The dress I got myself into would make my husband pop a blood vessel if I wore it in public. He'd pop something else if I wore it for him in private. Maybe I'd do just that when he got back from his latest excursion. He traveled a couple of times a month selling his beef in cities all over the country and sometimes out of it.
At that moment, I had to admit that I missed him. Even though he was no fun, he loved me, and he had never treated me like a whore.
"Ho Boy, they're gonna shit bricks when they see you in that dress," said Billy Bob when he saw me. He jumped across the room and ran his hands over the silky material.
And then it happened. For months whenever I called, Billy Bob had become used to being able to fuck me any way he wanted and do anything he wanted to me. But suddenly just the touch of his hands on my ass, felt wrong.
"We'd better get going," I said stiffly.
Rick
I was getting antsy. I'd been sitting in this cesspool for nearly four hours and hadn't caught sight of Sally. There was a voice in my head telling me that maybe I had misjudged my wife. I was sitting here in a crummy bar getting hit on by all kinds of drug addled and alcoholic strippers with barely disguised lust for what I had ... My wallet! Why the fuck was I here?
That was an easy one. I was here because I'd gotten a phone call several weeks ago from a woman who told me I should keep my wife at home and out of her bar. She hadn't left her name or the name of the bar, but I would never forget that voice. It was one of those breathy Marilyn Monroe type voices.
It wasn't just the voice; it was the matter of fact, almost angry delivery that chilled me to my core. Before that I'd never had any type of suspicion that everything wasn't pure heaven in my marriage. I didn't want to get Sally pissed over nothing, but I had the feeling that something was going on. Added to her looking at me and laughing had only verified my suspicions enough to make me act.
One of the things that suddenly stood out was the recent changes in Sally's actions in one small area. When we were first married, Sally demanded to go with me on all of my business trips. Once she'd gone on a few, she was bored out of her mind and only went with me to places like New York or LA where she could have fun shopping. A year or two after that she started demanding that not only did she not want to go, but she didn't want me going either.
Lately, she hasn't cared and seemed almost excited to have me leave. I hired the PI firm soon after that. The information I got from them, including photos, names dates and even a crystal clear video told me that my marriage was over. THAT was why I was here. The words of that great American statesman, David Lee Roth in his epic song Mean Streets told the tale of the end of my marriage. "It's all over but the shouting; I come ta take what's mine."
I was here for the shouting. I was here to confront the bitch in her lair and let her know that I wasn't quite the fool she thought I was.
"Hey cowboy, ya want..." The voice was as smooth as honey, and very practiced. Although different from the others before her, it hinted at the same things. I cut her off before she finished.
"No, I don't want a lap dance or a blowjob," I hissed. "I don't want to see your boobs; I just want to be left alone."
As I finished my micro-rant, our eyes met; something in her gaze told me that I'd made a mistake and a big one.
"Oo ... kay," she said after taking a very long breath to calm herself down. "Let's start again. I am not one of the strippers. I do not and will not remove any items of clothing regardless of how much money you offer me. I will not be offering any type of sexual favors ... Again regardless of any amount of money offered. My name is not mama-san or Kimi or any of those stereotypical Asian nicknames so please refrain from using them on me.
I will not be offering to "love you long time." She made the quotations marks in the air with her fingers as she said that part. "In short, Cowboy, you paid for a VIP booth. It comes with its own waitress. I am that waitress, but you can always request a different one."
"So why do you get to call me 'Cowboy, ' after giving me a litany of things that I'm not allowed to call you?" I asked.
"Because, Cowboy, isn't demeaning ... It isn't racist ... And it describes you to a T," she said. "You couldn't look more like the Marlboro man if you rode in here on a horse. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty sure you normally do ride a horse ... Don't you?"
I looked at my feet. "One way or another," I said.
"So what can I call you, Ma'am?" I asked bringing a huge smile to her lips.
"My friends call me CK," she said. Before I could say anything, she clarified it.
"I said CK," she told me, "as in the letters 'C, ' and 'K, ' not like Suki or any of those names. My name is Carolyn Kudasawa."
"So CK," I said. "How is it that you look so..."
"Asian," she finished for me.
"Exactly," I said. "But sound like a..."
"Hillbilly..." She finished again. "I was born in Mississippi."
Before our conversation went any further, a woman pushed herself into my booth. She was tall and thin with huge boobs and obviously bleached blond hair. She looked like a piece of fruit that was grown on the same rotten ass tree as my wife.
They had the same big fake boobs and the same thin tiny ass and legs. They also had the same hair color and the same abundance of make-up. The difference was that this woman had a weird breathy voice that had lured me into checking up on Sally, and now I knew why.
Seeing her standing next to CK was like a study in extremes. The woman was nearly six feet tall, and CK was closer to five feet even. CK had barely any make-up on and didn't need it. CK's boobs were average if that, but the way they moved under her tight top was mouth watering. CK had a wide, rounded ass that filled out her skirt. The other woman, like my wife, had almost no ass.
"CK, I'll handle it from here," said the woman.
"That's okay," I said. "We're doing fine."
"But don't you want..." she began.
"I said we were fine," I snapped. She left, angrily.
The expression on CK's face was priceless. She was just about to say something when the door to the bar opened, and my whore of a wife floated in with two or three fake cowboys in tow. One of them, I thought I recognized.
CK whipped her head around and more than three feet of silky black hair fluttered and then settled back on her shoulders. She caught sight of Sally and then turned back to me.
"You should probably stay away from that one," she smirked. "She's probably got more diseases than the strippers. At least, they do it for the money. That bitch gives it away for free."
"I wish I could stay away from her," I said sadly.
"She's got you wrapped up too, huh?" she asked. "Somehow, I thought you were different."
"She's the reason I came here," I said. "I need to get myself unwrapped."
She shook her head as she looked at me. "If you want some of her that badly, it won't be hard for you to get her. So instead if getting yourself unwrapped, maybe you should just go ahead and get yourself a piece and get her out of your system." She shook her head again and started to walk away. But then she turned back, and the Kat was in her eyes.
"You know her hair is bleached and her boobs are fake, don't you?" she hissed.
I reached out and grabbed her wrist. "Of course, I do," I said.
"Then what is it?" she asked angrily. "What makes her so God damned attractive?"
"She's not that attractive ... At least not anymore," I said. "I think what it is ... I think that men just flow towards a woman who's sending out the signals that she's really available."
"And they follow her around like dogs after a bitch in heat," she hissed? "So if you know that why are you... ?"
"It's not what you think," I said.
"What is it?" she asked.
"I already told you, I needed to get myself unwrapped," I said. "I'm the idiot who paid for the bleach. I'm the dog that bought the fake boobs. She's supposed to be my bitch in heat for ME. But someone with a voice that sounds like her stripper clone called me and alerted me to what goes on when I'm out of town on business."
Her eyes were suddenly as big as saucers. "So you're here for a showdown?" she asked.
Just as she said it the band began to play.
"Everybody wants to touch someone. If it takes all night.
Everybody wants to take a little chance, make it come out right."
As I watched, the action at the center of the bar heated up. There were several young men grabbing my wife and groping her while she laughed and pretended to fend them off. I noticed that she never seemed to actually swing at them until they'd gotten what they wanted though.
The dress she was almost wearing was so low cut that after a while one of her boobs was thrusting out of it. I say thrusting because her fake boobs defied gravity. I was getting angrier by the second. And then I noticed that Sally's legs were spread wide open and there was a hand between them.
One of the guys let out a yell and started swinging some flossy item that I believe was Sally's panties in the air. And all the time, Sally just sat there smiling and pretending that it was out of her control. She looked around at the other women in the room, most of whom worked there and got paid for doing much less. It was like some kind of "Who's the biggest whore," contest and Sally was winning.
"CK, send a pitcher of beer to that table," I said. She looked at me like I was crazy. Then seeing the look in my eyes, she did it. I watched as she went to the bar and spoke with the man there.
Then she carried a pitcher of beer over to Sally's table. CK has an incredible ass, and I watched it all the way across the room. As she put the pitcher down on the table, the kid next to Sally started talking to her. She pointed at my VIP booth, and he looked across the room at me. He couldn't see into the booth, but he gave me the thumbs-up sign.
CK walked back to my booth, avoiding drunks and guys who tried to grope her, all the way. I began to wonder why she did it.
"The asshole that's screwing your wife, or at least the one who brought her, invited you to join the party," she laughed. Her laugh faded as I got up.
"You're not going over there are you?" she asked in shock. "There's four of them..."
I stood up, to her horror as the band behind us launched into the chorus.
"There's gonna be a heartache tonight, a heartache tonight, I know.
There's gonna be a heartache tonight, I know. Lord, I know."
Most of the people dancing, drinking and doing what people do in places like that took no notice of me as I walked towards one of the cheap tables at the center of the room.
The tables there though nicely decorated were far flimsier and less expensive. The reason for that is that the tables in the "Look at me section of the room" were damaged far more often or were moved around as impromptu parties spring up.
Three of the four guys at the table paid me no attention as I sat down, directly across from Sally and her man. There was another guy, the one who had Sally's panties sitting at her right with Will on her left. The other two guys sat, one each, on the other ends of the small square table.
As I sat down Will's face turned as white as snow. He looked all over the room as if he needed a hole to climb down into. Sally's mouth dropped open on surprise, but words refused to come out.
"I'm gonna pull that other titty out to see if it's as big as this one," smirked the guy beside Sally.
She grabbed his hand as he reached for her. "No!" she said firmly, "Don't touch me."
"You haven't stopped him at any point before now," I said. "Aren't those YOUR panties he's holding?"
"Honey, you ... You don't understand," she said, stupidly.
"Explain it to me, then," I said.
"I ... I ... You ... We..." She babbled. Even as she looked for words and the man next to her turned green, I reached across the table and grabbed her purse. It was a small beaded clutch type purse. I took out two keys and gave her the purse back.
"Did she call you, Honey," asked one of the guys at the table.
"I used to be her husband," I explained.
"Why did you take my keys," asked Sally.
"Because I don't want you to have access to MY House," I said. "You know that house has been in my family for three generations. According to our pre-nup, you have absolutely no claim on the house or the ranch, regardless of how long or short our marriage is. The only way you could have gotten the house would have been if we stayed married, and I died before you."
"Rick, look, I screwed up. I screwed up badly, but I don't think it's bad enough to throw our marriage away," she said softly.
"Well that makes one of us," I said.
"Honey, I got bored. You're always going out of town. I came into town for a drink, and things got out of hand. I was a little bit too tipsy to..." She began.
"Sally, quit while you're behind," I snapped. "I hired a good PI firm. They've been on you and William for weeks."
"Who is William?" she asked.
"The asshole you came in here with," I sneered. "William Robert Walker Junior."
"He told me his name was Billy Bob," she said. "But he doesn't matter. He was a mistake. I was done with him anyway. We can fix this, baby."
"Sally, we can't fix this," I said. "There's no chance of us getting back together. The two of you deserve each other."
Billy Bob began inching away from the table. "Where do you think you're going?" I yelled.
"Look, Rick, I'm going to let you, and your wife settle things. It's none of my business," he said. I pushed him back into his chair and sat back down myself.
"There's nothing to settle Junior. She's yours now," I said. "Before this no one has ever taken anything from me in my life. But I really did love her. So, I guess I'll have a heartache tonight, and you have an ass kicking coming.
"For what," he sputtered. "It ain't my fault that you can't control your whore."
"Yeah but you know who I am, and you know she was married to me," I told him.
"I don't care who she was married, to" he said. "I just liked having my dick sucked. And there's no need to beat around the bushes. I was tired of fucking her. Tonight was going to be the last time. That was why I brought a few of my friends along. She was gonna fuck all of us. And when you get down to it, there was no way I'd ever touch any woman that did that, ever again. So let's just call it a night, and everybody go home before my friends, and I have to take you out to the parking lot and hurt you."
The band continued to play behind us. The lead singer seemed to be singing to us.
"We can beat around the bushes; we can get down to the bone.
We can leave it in the parkin' lot, but either way,
There's gonna be a heartache tonight, a heartache tonight I know."
Billy Bob's words had encouraged him. He was so full of himself that he got a smirk on his face. That was when I slapped him. I didn't punch him like you punch another man. I slapped the cowboy shit out of him, like I was a pimp from the seventies, and he was MY whore. He looked at me like he was about to cry.
That was when everything got interesting. Two of his friends, the one with Sally's panties, and the one to my left ran out of the place so quickly it was incredible. It was like watching the Flash on TV. The only difference was that the flash has a red blur all over his body. They seemed to have brown streaks up the back of their pants. The one to my right stepped back out of my sight.
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Quickie SexI did something bad tonight. I mean really wrong. I want to make something very clear though: this is not my fault. I was scouring the net minding my own business, checking out nice, decent, respectable erotic story sites like Literotica, Mr. Double, Kristen, etc. I’m not talking about the sicko perv sites. Wham out of nowhere I ran across some stories by this guy named Jaz, and they freaked me out. He has over 30 hardcore, nasty Rape/Incest stories. No way he should be allowed on...
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LesbianGrowing up I played several sports, but there were two sports I excelled at. One was baseball, and this time it was my winter sport that provided my next hookup. There was plenty of regret when it happened. That all went away when I ran into her now ex-husband a couple years ago, who was very happy to be single. Yes, she was married. I knew it and I did not care.My winter sport, let's just say, was a co-ed adult league of sorts. There was sports action, drinking and socializing. We were fast...
CheatingEvery year I wish for something at Christmas. Usually it's things I don't need, but something that I really want. So about the end of October I started thinking about what I wanted for Christmas this year.You know the stores start putting their Christmas items out. Kmart, Target, Walmart, etc. have all their Christmas lingerie right up front so horny guys walking down the isles can jerk off while thinking about getting their girlfriends, wives, mistresses, or fuck buddies one of these little...
Straight Sex“What should I wear?” Megha thought to herself then yelled across the hall to her roommate. “I can’t decide what to wear?” “How naughty do you want to be tonight?” Naina replied form her room. “Typical!” Megha smiled to herself. Naina was always more outspoken than she had ever been, and that’s what Megha loved about her roommate. The two had been friends for years and were more like sisters. At 23, Naina was a couple of years younger and what she lacked in age, she more than made up with her...
No descriptive sexual scenes in this story, as usual. Constructive comments, emails, and critiques are welcome and appreciated. "Last call," I yelled as I rang the small, old fashioned dinner bell hanging on the wall behind the bar; it was quarter to 2 in the morning and Missouri state law said Riley's Tavern had to close by 2:30. "You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here." One guy objected loudly, "Who do you think you are, ordering us to leave?" I motioned him over...
Chapter One: The beginning.My first affair started so innocently. At the time, I had been married to my husband Erick for over twenty-four years and had been absolutely faithful. Of course, I had received plenty of offers from horny males over the years and, regularly traveling out of town for my work, I’d been tempted but had always laughed them off.I’d been very happy in my marriage to Erick who was a wonderful man, lover, protector and provider. I couldn’t have asked for a better...
CheatingWe are no more than two adults with naughty fantasies tonight. You leave thoughts of your family of four and dog at the door. I forget about the thesis that won’t write itself for class the next day. We only think of each other tonight: I am your princess and you are my Daddy. Your wedding ring is safe in the pocket of your slacks that are folded neatly on the chaise in the bedroom. You unbutton your shirt, loosen your tie, and they are tossed not so neatly away from you. I can see the lust in...
Pulling the thin material of my coat closely to me, I smiled and nodded at the bouncers outside the club. “Leaving by yourself love? Shall we sort you a taxi?” “I’m OK tonight, thanks anyway. I’m going to walk down and get the bus I think.” “If you’re sure love.” He growled. “Look after yourself.,” said the other, before shaking his head and muttering “I wouldn’t let my daughter walk home from here.” ‘Hey, I heard that gramps! I’m old enough to look after myself thank you!” I giggled as I waved...
"I want to see you tonight, but I think you need to work tomorrow and..."Just ended a relationship in which I got really confused of myself. It was a long and life-changing one. I was sad and desperate. But like Bill Burr once said "On the third day, you rub one out.", which basically what I did everyday after that.I got on dating app, not sure whether I wanted to prove that I was worthy by being myself or just my sex drive was too damn high."In Korea, we call it "relation-addicted", one of my...
Swiftly I shift from one side of the bed to the other, positioning your limbs with purpose and a total disregard for comfort. It’s not a matter of compliance, simple muscle memory gives way and you find yourself in that all too familiar position. Knees tucked under you, your ass high in the air. You're collard with your lead, although this time, each wrist is bound to its respective thigh keeping you pulled up tight. Immobilized face down to the side, leaving just enough room to breathe. I...
I’ve been rather on the quiet side for the past year and half. For some reason, I had lost my drive, my sexual drive! I used to fuck around so much.. I could never get enough! Everyone medium was used to find BBC. I used various websites, sexual and non-sexual ones. I posted ads on Craigslist. I had help from a friend who liked to share as we had very similar tastes in men. I met my share of jerks and morons but in that lot were also some very interesting sexual partners, whom I saw...
Pulling the thin material of my coat closely to me, I smiled and nodded at the bouncers outside the club. “Leaving by yourself love? Shall we sort you a taxi?” “I’m OK tonight, thanks anyway. I’m going to walk down and get the bus I think.” “If you’re sure love.” He growled. “Look after yourself.,” said the other, before shaking his head and muttering “I wouldn't let my daughter walk home from here.” "Hey, I heard that gramps! I’m old enough to look after myself thank you!” I giggled as I waved...
ReluctanceCalvin loved his job. He was the owner of Top Choice Janitorial Service and he worked the Tech One Building for a dozen years. Thursday nights were his favorites because; he had the pleasure of seeing Mrs. Natasha Crawford's curvaceous body, when she routinely came in to monitor the network servers.I just know Mr. Crawford isn't stroking her right, Calvin thought as he watched Natasha set her coffee cup down and press her security badge against the keypad to gain entrance to the ground-floor...
tonight i am getting my girlfriend fucked by a black cock for the first time. it has been on the cards a while but been hanging on due to arrangements etc. i have been waiting for a man i know, who coincidently, has fucked one of my other women, and left her slack, sloppy and abused for me to use after. i thought it would only be fair for my new woman to treat her to a cock of the same size, as i dont think you could possibly find bigger, yet i didnt want her having smaller for i want her to be...
Caleb goes to his friend Jordan's summer house for a little vacation - what he didn't expect was the girl next door...“Hold this please!”Caleb was 1.5 steps inside the door, car keys still in his hand. And now he was holding a bowl of potato chips. Trying to remember if he’d really seen what he thought he’d seen.“Sorry!”She stopped in front of him. He had in fact seen it right. Dark red hair, the color of clay draped over bare shoulders. A sundress of that burnt orange that a sunset leaves just...
Straight Sex“It's said that clothes, make the man...Sugar.” I hear you throatily purr into my ear as your agile, lithe and athletic, feminine form saws into my own frame. Seated in this plush leather couch, I tremble as your thick, light brown hair sashays against my right cheek as I sit upon my tooo eager-to-caress-you, hands...I feel your soft, warm touch upon my shoulder as your right hand slides just under my coat collar and dives down my upper back, your nails teasingly pressed into my skin through...
First TimeYou return from lunch to find a dozen roses on your desk, six red, six white. You pull the card from the envelope. It simply reads, “Check your e-mail”. You immediately go to your computer and log onto your mailbox. You scan the messages quickly for my name. Once found, you click once on the following message, Subject: Tonight."Good afternoon. I hope this finds you well and in good spirits.When you leave work this evening, you are free to do as you like for the first two hours. At 7:00 you are...
BDSMI write this in bed as she sleeps next to me. I have to work early but I just can’t help but write this down. It is written with minimal embellishment, and is absolutely true. I couldn’t make this kind of heaven up if I tried. We have been together for over a decade and it took a while to get into butt stuff but in the last 3-4 years she and I have both allowed our bums to relax and have really begun enjoying anal play (I’ve even begun to really enjoy her explorations of me...
"Hey babe, my brother went out so I have the house to myself. Come over?" "Ok baby I'll be right over." I hung up the phone and raced to my closet. 'What can I wear? Can't be too sexy' After a few minutes I finally picked out short shorts that complimented my long tan legs with no panties and a tank top with no bra for easy access. The drive to my boyfriend's house almost seemed like forever but I finally arrived. I basically hopped out the car and skipped to his the front door....
'Steph, I know we've only been seein each other three weeks but i thought you could stay at mine tonight and i'll bring you back tomorrow afternoon' He placed one strong arm around me and looked at me. 'If i do stay nothing will happen ok? im not ready yet' I responded quietly. 'Thats cool, so shall we get going?' We got up and i hurridly told my dad where i was going before rushing out the door with Lee.He lived in a small house with his mom,dad and little sister.I had...
This is my very first erotic story, dedicate to my avatar. English is not my native language. I’ve check it for a few times already, but I might still missed some spelling or grammar mistakes. If that happens, I apologize for the inconveniences, and hope it does not ruin the story. Standing right in the middle of the living room, she wears nothing but the new sexy lingerie she just bought this morning. She knew her slim young body would look great in it at first sight, but debated on the...
Someone new. Thirty but he looked to be the same age as me and had something shy and schoolboy-esque that attracted me to this sexy stranger with expensive taste. He had plenty of disposable income and seemed happy to spend it on me through flowers, dinner, drinks and the taxi to his home. I felt like he had a world of experience under his belt… and under his boxers for that matter and yet, he seemed reserved as he held the door open to his home. I walked ahead to the open plan kitchen and he...
You return from lunch to find a dozen roses on your desk, six red, six white. You pull the card from the envelope. It simply reads, “Check your e-mail”. You immediately go to your computer and log onto your mailbox. You scan the messages quickly for my name. Once found, you click once on the following message, Subject: Tonight. ‘Good afternoon. I hope this finds you well and in good spirits. When you leave work this evening, you are free to do as you like for the first two hours. At 7:00 you...
I was beginning to ache a little, but glad for the weekend, so glad to have the coming night and the heat of warm bodies shaking to a common rhythm surrounding me. It had been such a long time since I'd been out, spending so much time wading my way through files and accounts. Working my fingers to the bone to get ahead at work and in such need of some time outside of my head, some time to just enjoy the sensation of my own skin. Across the room, something changed. I could feel the attention of...
Todd was on a business trip to a small town in the Midwest. He had been there several days and was scheduled to leave the next afternoon. Since his business dealings were completed, he decided to go out and sample the nightlife in this little town. Asking at the front desk of his hotel where would be a good place to see some nightlife on a Thursday, the clerk directed him to a small music club a few blocks away. Todd being the cautious kind of guy when traveling opted to take a cab to the club...
TransTo celebrate our tenth anniversary, Victor and I went to Jamaica.We took a long weekend to have a nice reprieve from our jobs.The resort was very nice; white sandy beaches and clear view water; the bar was fine and we had an amazing view of the ocean from our balcony room…After a nice day at the beach, we came to our room to freshen up and decided on the evening plans. My lovely hubby was ready before me so we agreed to meet at the lobby bar. After Victor left, I decided to take my time getting...
This time Anita had flown away from town on a boring business trip, according to her own words. Those days I stayed at home, going each morning to my office and coming back in the early evening.On the fourth night I received a picture from my sweet wife on my cell phone. I could see her holding up her huge black dildo. She was sitting on the bed in her hotel room and her legs were spread wide. The text said:"I'm horny, I can't wait until coming back home… what could I do…?”I answered her I...
Starring Anna Kendrick“One for ‘Gangster Squad’,” Martin Wauters told the man at the ticket window in the local movie theater.After a long work week, he was happy to finally unwind and enjoy a movie on this cold January night. He grabbed his ticket, went past the concession stand and headed for theater five. Once he walked in, he saw a packed theater. Little did he know, he had the final ticket before the room was sold out.“I guess I’m not the only one excited for this,” he whispered to himself...
We have been going back and forth toying with the idea of bringing other couples into our sex life. We finally laid down all the ground rules and are ready to have some fun. I decided to let srace have another guy first. We didn't want it to be a stranger, we wanted to know that he is clean and my wife is interested in him. We went throufht the list of my friends that we trust and know it wouldn't effect our friendship. We picked out a name and stace sent him a text stating our request...
There's Going to be a Hanging Tonight By Rebecca Carnforth Taylor This is my fantasy. I haven't tried it, but I would like to? someday. Not far from where I used to live, there is a lovely old manor house. It sits at the foot of a wooded hill, with a huge green spread around it. I used to enjoy watching cricket being played on the green in the summers. To the left of the manor house is a small chapel. In my fantasy, this would take place during the summer, in this environment and...
Angel and Chris have had a friendship for a few years. They both belonged to someone else, however, this past summer; their friendship had escalated into friends with benefits. The stolen moments they had with each other were undeniably HOT. Angel always enjoyed her alone time at home. Time when she could masturbate, and totally relax. She would go to her dresser drawer and get out her favorite toy, a massager that would get her off in just minutes. Recently, she began to fantasize about Chris...
*** Please read chapters 1 - 17 to get to get acquainted with my friends and me and to get immersed in the story, but I will briefly recap the beginning if you want to read this story first. I promise that you are missing a lot of good times detailed in the previous chapters if you haven't read them already. It's been nearly two years since I met Donna on a Sunday afternoon when I was forced to tag along with my parents while they visited friends who live next door to her house. The...
First TimeThe evening begins with my husband’s and coworker Rick, stopping over after work for drinks. He’s not married and my husband, Bill and I have often fantasized about my fucking him. While I want to be with Bill for the rest of our lives, I do sometimes wonder about other men, you know? What they say in bed. How their lips feel. What it's like to, well to fuck them silly! I think its normal for women to look at other men and wonder what it would be like to rest their head on their chests, or to...
Erotic“Sure, why not?” I yelled back across the house. “You just need to clean up while I’m at work.” “Thanks, Daddy!” I grabbed my lunch out of the fridge and headed off to work. Any time my daughter asked if one of her friends could stay over, I would always say yes. Honestly, it’s not that I’m that nice. It’s more that I like to look at the girls, and of all of Simone’s friends, Paige was my favorite. I spent all day at work thinking of her chocolate brown eyes, long brown hair and huge E cups....
--------- Suzu walked alone from her internship at the tea house. She had walked though the small patch of woods as a short cut to her home; a semi-wooded trail she had used nearly everyday. It was one of Suzu's longer nights of learning herbs and she didn't expect to share the trail with anyone. She was unaware that someone was walking behind her, following her, and getting closer within grasp. Before she could react, a rag was held tightly over her mouth. As her eyes closed, she fell...
"To the real world," my cousin Josh replied as our glasses collided. We quickly gulped down our drinks. I felt the burning sensation almost all the way down to my stomach followed by a warm tingle all over. I guess my face gave away my initial shock. "You good, Kylie?" asked Josh. "I guess that's why they call it Fireball!" Although we would still be out at the bar for hours to come, that was Josh's first and last drink of the night. His DUI two years ago had put his hard...
WARNING!! This is an ultra-violent, extremely gory, and very fucked up torture/guro story. Do NOT read if you’ve got weak stomach or if you’re offended by such content!!! To all the others, let’s get this party started! I’ll bring out the meat grinder and the lesbians dressed as sows!! ^_^ “Greetings whomever reads this, Who I am, does not matter at the moment. I am not going to explain my motives, nor will I tell about myself. I am merely going to tell you what’s happening to my beloved...
‘I’m scared I’m not going to find a guy that I love as much as I love you.’ I stared at Nick, completely dumbfounded by his honesty. ‘You’re my best friend,’ I replied. ‘I love you too. And it’s comforting to know that we share the same fear.’ I smiled up at him, pain in his eyes mirroring my own. I held his head in my hands, and then kissed his forehead. He looked down at me and we kissed chastely on the lips, sharing a best friend moment. I blinked, and the dynamic of our kiss changed. He...
Caleb goes to his friend Jordan’s summer house for a little vacation – what he didn’t expect was the girl next door… “Hold this please!” Caleb was 1.5 steps inside the door, car keys still in his hand. And now he was holding a bowl of potato chips. Trying to remember if he’d really seen what he thought he’d seen. “Sorry!” She stopped in front of him. He had in fact seen it right. Dark red hair, the color of clay draped over bare shoulders. A sundress of that burnt orange that a sunset leaves...
“It’s said that clothes, make the man…Sugar.” I hear you throatily purr into my ear as your agile, lithe and athletic, feminine form saws into my own frame. Seated in this plush leather couch, I tremble as your thick, light brown hair sashays against my right cheek as I sit upon my tooo eager-to-caress-you, hands… I feel your soft, warm touch upon my shoulder as your right hand slides just under my coat collar and dives down my upper back, your nails teasingly pressed into my skin through the...
I’m not usually the type of girl that goes out to bars or clubs a lot. Last Friday was an exception to that rule. I had a bad week last week. I got fired from my job, I was fighting with my best friend, and to top it all off, right after storming out of the job I was fired from, I broke my favorite pair of heels on the way to my car in the parking lot. Not a good week at all. On Friday, after I got home early, since I had been fired, I decided to try to relax and take the rest of the day and...
Every year I wish for something at Christmas. Usually it’s things I don’t need, but something that I really want. So about the end of October I started thinking about what I wanted for Christmas this year. You know the stores start putting their Christmas items out. Kmart, Target, Walmart, etc. have all their Christmas lingerie right up front so horny guys walking down the isles can jerk off while thinking about getting their girlfriends, wives, mistresses, or fuck buddies one of these little...
Shit. A wave of her perfume hit me as I opened the door. The evening’s summer breeze swished through her blonde hair, whipping it onto her gorgeous face. I found myself staring into those marvelous deep brown eyes of hers that I never wanted to see again… I finally found my voice. “Julia? Wh-what are you doing here? I thought I texted you-” “Emma, what’s wrong?” her voice, filled with worry, cut through my sentence. “What do you mean? I told you, I’m just feeling a bit sick today, so I don’t...
My cell phone vibrated. “U free?” No emoticons were in the text message. She was horny. We met on a summer’s morning, a few years back, while we were waiting for the bus on our way to work; she smiled at me and asked if the bus was ever on time. I laughed and replied, no. I had stared at her many times on the bus and subway, at her tits to be specific. They were large, meaty, full and firm. In the summer, she flaunted them. Tight t-shirts, low cut tops and unbuttoned blouses. They would...
Quickie SexGreetings, All - for those who follow accounts of my sexual exploits, thank you for doing so - for I love to demonstrate what it attainable if one is open and honest and direct and flexible.We're having some horrible winter weather. A low pressure system dumped >8" of snow on Sunday night/Monday early morning. That system was pushed out by a high pressure system that cleared out the clouds - gave us clear skies - and it's currently -21 degrees F., with a wind chill of -44. At the Mall today,...
My eyes shot open. There it was again. My whole body flushed as I heard the hallway floorboard groan under his weight. His weight.... My eyes rolled back as I remembered his weight and my breath caught in my throat. Another step. I feel a surge and throb as my legs began to separate on their own. I quietly rolled to face fully down on the bed and my hips raised up in anticipation as I felt another gush begin to escape my swelling lips. The doorknob. It's happening. After dreaming of it all...
Two Saturday night`s ago, it happened.But first I will set the scene. One of Brad`s clients was having a dinner party/birthday celebration and we were invited to attend this seemingly boring formal night. As it was one of Brad`s many new clients I was expecting another dull (but necessary for business) night of minor chit chat and head nodding and was unenthused and barely interested, after a busy week working on a major court case in town. However the one small spark of interest came when I...
My eyes shot open. There it was again. My whole body flushed as I heard the hallway floorboard groan under his weight. His weight.... My eyes rolled back as I remembered his weight and my breath caught in my throat. Another step. I feel a surge and throb as my legs began to separate on their own. I quietly rolled to face fully down on the bed and my hips raised up in anticipation as I felt another gush begin to escape my swelling lips. The doorknob. It's happening. After dreaming of it all...
Camille walks into the door of her new apartment. She walks into her bedroom and found a note on her bed. Curious as to how it got in the house and who else is in here she walks over to read the note. "You will go to the Riverfront Park. Look for the park bench next to the Carousel."Figuring that this could be fun, she jumps in the shower and relax a bit before going on her adventure into the unknown. Later she jumped into the car and heads to the park. As she walks around she feels like...
I am terrified of flying but i wish to see the world!I decide to go on a trip, where shall i go? I talk to a travel agent and she talks me into the irish coast. I have always wanted to kiss the the "Blarney Stone", as an irish american i agree. The day comes to go to the airport and i am anxious but scared. I call a cab and go despite my aprehension. I check my luggage and get my boarding pass. Of course the security check point line is huge.I have time before my flight so i decide to get a...
Step-in onto the wooden porch in my night dress Summer breeze of a warm summers night! I steal one of Jason's cigarettes laying on the sideI dont normally smoke but this cigarette tastes so good.I take a seat in the swing chair. At the end of the garden is bluebell woods Dark and creepy with the sounds of nature hummmmmm what to do I'm home alone A little past midnight poor another glass of wineOne glass leads to three! All blurry now and I'm feeling really horny!The phone rings. It's so...
After cleaning her down with the towel we left the woods her clinging to my arm still shaking with pleasure, pain and satisfaction and an inner glow.Soon we were back to mine and hurried to bed ,she needed lots of cuddles and kisses and a warm massage with oils to ease her body."Thank you Gram I have never felt so complete with myself,you hurt me a lot and sorry for the tears but I couldnt control myself I was lost in my mind. What have you in mind to do next?"Well I cant give that away I had...