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NOTE: To keep things relatively realistic, I sometimes use terms that are common to the photographic and arts industry but may not be understood by others. In this story I use, “TFP.” The literal translations is; “Time For Prints.” Now days, of course, we rarely make prints anymore, we make digital images but the term has stayed the same.

It means exchanging services with others in the trade. If a model wants to update her portfolio with a certain look or revise it with new pics, she can call a photographer and ask if he’s interested in working with her/him on a “TFP” basis. The end result is that the photographer gets new images that he can use for self-promotion and display and the model gets the images for his/her portfolio.

The same trading system is used for other professionals within the industry as well; make-up artists, hair stylists, set designers, wardrobe consultants, Photo retouchers, etc.

I also talk about “Composite Cards,” or (Comp Cards.) These are 8X5 ½ cards that show several shots of a model along with her measurements and sizes. They are sent out to photographers and advertising agencies by modeling agencies to advertise their models.

Some of my friends think I have the most glamorous job on the face of the earth and I have to admit, some days I feel that way myself; this was not one of those days, however.

I’m a commercial photographer and I love it. I wouldn’t have any other job in the world, but every once in a while I have to remind myself of that.

I was supposed to be on Peoria’s, picturesque river front, shooting two beautiful models for “Feminine Classics,” a woman’s clothing line. Instead I was in my car heading north on I-55 about an hour from my home in Arlington Hills, a little suburb about twenty-five miles northwest of Chicago.

I had scheduled three full days for the shoot and thought everything was all lined up. I had gone down on the weekend prior to scout out locations and make notes as to what direction the sun would be shining at different times of the day. The models were two of the client’s favorites. One was being flown in from New York and the other from Atlanta. Both should have been waiting for us but when we got there neither had arrived yet. A call into the model agency gave us the explanation. The ad agency’s account rep had his assistant schedule the girls and he gave them the wrong dates.

I tried calling some of the local models I use from Chicago but nobody could block out three days of shooting on such short notice; we were screwed. The client wasn’t about to pay everyone to hang around and enjoy Peoria’s hospitality for three days so we all packed up and headed home.

At first I was pissed. I’m self-employed. If I’m not working I’m not making money and now I was looking at three days of sitting around, doing nothing. There was no way I was going to be able to schedule anything as a fill in.

I was just turning onto I-355 for the last leg of my journey home when it hit me, why waste the rest of the week doing nothing. It was only Wednesday afternoon. I still had all day Thursday and Friday. I could make it a four day weekend. My wife, Stacy, and I hadn’t really had a vacation or gone anywhere in a while. The sky was blue, there was no rain in the forecast, and I was starting to dream about a quiet little hide-a-way someplace for just the two of us.

My mind started to wander. I pictured us sitting on a private balcony somewhere, sipping a glass of wine and watching a beautiful sunset. As the shadows reached out further from their roots, my lovely wife would stand, and with a pull from her slender fingers, undo the bow around her neck letting the sheer nightgown she adorned, sensually slip to her feet. Now, wearing only a smile, she moves with sultry perfection and kneels by my side. She licks her tantalizing lips as she slowly unzips my pants and reaches in to claim her prize.

I close my eyes and lay back as I feel her tongue salaciously glide from the base of my steel-like cock to its tip. I can hear myself moaning; feel my breathing getting deeper...

My aching dick actually awoke me from my daydream. I had gotten a raging hard-on from my amatory meanderings. The problem was my cock was not in a spot that allowed its growth. I had to maneuver into a position where I could adjust myself—not easy while lashed in with a seatbelt, doing seventy-five miles per hour with traffic all around. The skin was stretched so tight it hurt. If someone passing had a high cab truck where they could look down into the SUV it would have been embarrassing. I finally found relief.

I put my mind in search mode and tried thinking of places we could go on the spur of the moment. The problem was, I didn’t just want to go to some hotel or motel someplace, I wanted something intimate and romantic.

I was still racking my brain as I pulled into my garage. It was almost dinner time. I figured Stacy would be in the kitchen. You can hear the garage door go up and down from anywhere on the first floor so I wondered why she wasn’t standing in the doorway asking why I was back.

She must be upstairs, I thought as I came in through the empty kitchen. You can’t hear the garage door at all from up there. I was just on my way to surprise her when I heard what sounded like high heels hit the tiled hallway at the bottom of the staircase. I rounded the corner to see her standing in front of the mirror.

The vision of loveliness before my eyes stopped me dead in my tracks. She had obviously been to the hair stylist; beautiful full-body waves of silky strawberry-blond hair hung casually over her shoulders. A pearl necklace, the one I gave her for our anniversary, hung around her long, smooth neck and her make-up was impeccable.

The proverbial little black cocktail dress she barely wore was a good four or five inches above her knees and to finish the ensemble she was wearing a pair of black silk stockings with some kind of pattern running through them. A pair of black, four inch heels were what I’d heard announcing her presence.

About the time my mouth dropped open she saw my reflection in the mirror. She literally shrieked. “Shayne! What are you doing home?”

Even from where I was standing, I could see the terror in her face looking back at me through the glass.

“I have a better question, where the hell are you going dressed like that?”

I really caught her by surprise. She stammered all over the place but the best she could come up with was, “I ... ah, the girls, honey. I was just going out with the girls.”

She had to know how ridiculous it sounded before the words even left her mouth.

“The girls like hell,” I fired back. I was so angry I must have had flames shooting from my eyes. “Answer me, damn it! Where the hell were you going and who the fuck is your date?”

She just froze, standing there in a daze, looking scared. Her mouth was open but nothing was coming out.

I spotted her small evening bag on the table by the front door. She evidentially laid it down there to make her final, ‘do I look good, ‘ check in the hallway mirror before leaving.

“We’ll just see,” I declared walking in her direction.

She must have been terrified. She knew damn well I’d never strike her or any woman but she flinched as I reached past her and grabbed the little purse.

“What ... what are you doing?”

“I’m checking your phone. We’ll just see who lover boy is,” I snarled.

“Wait ... please Shayne ... don’t,” she begged. “It was a mistake ... please...”

I could see her mascara starting to run. In a panic, she tried to grab for the purse but was too slow.

“You try that again and so help me, I’ll...” I growled through clinched teeth. I didn’t finish the statement because I really wasn’t sure what I’d do. Like I said, I’d never hit a woman; however, my voice was so full of anger and malice I know it scared the hell out of Stacy because she retreated back, against the wall.

When I opened the purse I saw one of the reasons for my wife’s panic, in addition to her phone, there was also a box of Trojans. I looked back at her with what I can only describe at that moment as disgust.

Stacy looked like she wanted to cry but her fear wouldn’t let the tears fall.

I pulled out her phone and threw the bag on the floor. I immediately scrolled through her call log. She had obviously been deleting her call history, but since I wasn’t supposed to be home for the next three days, she hadn’t bothered with the last few. The first call was to her friend, Joan; the third to her best friend, Gwen Carlson, but the one in the middle was Joe Wexler. He and his wife, Doris, were supposedly friends of ours.

It was certainly no smoking gun; one call wasn’t enough to go around making accusations so next I checked for text messages. Even though she deleted the history there as well, there were several messages made during the day that were to and from Wexler. They started a couple hours after I left in the morning. The last one was posted an hour before I got home.

Stacy: Hey lover, hubby is gone. R U sure U can’t come by now? I’m still in bed and I am naked.

Wexler: Damn, stop teasing me, gorgeous. U know I can’t take the day off. Besides, I thought you said I couldn’t come to the house.

Stacy: Hee, hee, I am just teasing you.

Wexler: I will see you soon. Doris thinks I’m going out of town so we have all night.

Stacy: Did you book the room yet?

Wexler: Yes, at the country hills motel. It’s right across the street from the restaurant.

Stacy: I hope it has a king sized bed, or should I say play pen.

Wexler: Yes, I made sure it does. ;-)

The next text came from Wexler about four o’clock.

Wexler: Damn, this day is dragging. I can’t wait to get inside that sweet pussy.

Stacy: Mmmm, me neither, lover. I bought a new dress just for you.

Wexler: Really? I hope it is designed to come off quickly.

Stacy: There’s not much of it to take off. Besides, U haven’t had any trouble in the past.

Wexler: Tease! I should be getting out of here right on time. I’ll meet you at 6 at the restaurant.

Stacy: I’ll be there, lover.

I looked at my watch. It was five-thirty. Country Hills Motel ... I knew I had seen it but I couldn’t remember where. Just as I started for the computer in my office, Stacy found her voice.

“Wait! Shayne, what are you going to do? Please, let me talk to you. I ... I’m sorry, it didn’t mean anything, honest. It was just supposed to be a little fun. Please don’t do anything rash.”

I ignored her pleas but thought of what she said while I continued to my office. Fun, huh? Well I hope they had their fun because from here on in, it’s going to be anything but...

I still had her phone in my hand as I bent over my computer desk and typed the name of the motel. As soon as I saw the address I knew exactly where it was. It had been a Sheridan but was bought out about a year prior. Good old Joe was about to get the surprise of his life.

I walked back out to the living room where I threw Stacy’s purse. She was still following me, begging me to sit and talk to her. I reached down and took her car keys then went into the kitchen and literally ripped the phone off the wall.

“Shayne, what are you doing?” screamed Stacy. Her tears were pouring down her cheeks by then. With all the mascara streaking down her face, she looked like a clown in the circus.

“Making sure you can’t call lover boy to warn him,” I snarled.

“Warn him? Shayne what are you going to do? Please honey, please don’t do anything stupid.”

By the time she finished her sentence I was well on my way to the upstairs bedroom. I grabbed the phone from the nightstand and gave it a good yank, pulling the cord out of the wall and tearing the connector in half.

“Shayne, please stop,” she beseeched, “you’re scaring me.”

I thought, good! Maybe she’ll think twice before she cheats on her next husband. I couldn’t think of anymore I could do. I knew she could probably run to a neighbor’s house and use their phone but I was gambling she didn’t know his number by heart. With today’s cell phones, who memorizes phone numbers these days; and besides, how would she tell her lover that her husband was on the way to kick his ass, in front of a neighbor?

She followed me all the way to my car yapping hysterically in my ear, but I had tuned her out by that time. All I could think about was what I was going to do to Joe Wexler. I saw Stacy on her knees in the middle of the drive with her face buried in her hands as I backed out. For just an instant my rage subsided and I woefully wondered why she would cheat on me. Was Wexler more of a man than I was? That’s when my anger came back and I thought, I guess we’ll find out shortly.

There was still a lot of rush hour traffic and it was quarter after six by the time I was pulling into Plato’s Place, the restaurant right across the street from the Country Hills Motel.

I parked the car and was headed for the front door when Stacy’s phone buzzed with a text:

Wexler: U R late. I hope everything is ok.

“No, everything is NOT okay,” I yelled as I streaked past the innocent hostess and into the restaurant.

Wexler’s head jerked around toward my voice. His eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head when he saw me taking long strides in his direction.

“Shayne!” he blurted out in a panic. He tried to quickly stand up but his heel must have caught on something because he stumbled backwards; both the chair and the asshole who was sitting on it, wound up tumbling to the floor with a conspicuous crash.

There was fear in his eyes when he looked up into my face. He tried scooting in retreat on his butt. Huh, so much for being a better man than me, I thought.

“Hey, what’s going on?” I heard someone yell from a distance but I paid no attention. I was focused on lover boy.

“W ... Wait ... Shayne, don’t do anything crazy,” he sputtered while clumsily getting to his feet.

That was all I was waiting for. I grabbed the lapel of his sport coat with my left hand while drawing back with my right. He tried putting his hands up to block the punch but was too slow. I heard some women scream as my fist caught him hard against his left cheekbone. Luckily for him, and probably me too, the guy at the table behind him was getting up to intervene and was able to break Wexler’s fall to the hardwood floor. At the same time I felt hands grabbing at me from every direction.

“The mother fucker is sleeping with my wife,” I yelled.

“Okay, okay, maybe he deserves it, but not in here,” I heard someone say.

I knew the fight was over, at least for the time being. Some of the hands that restrained me let go when they felt me start to relax. I looked down and saw Joe had set his phone down on the table after his last text. Most of the eyes were on him as he bounced around with his hands up to the side of his face, moaning like a little girl. The phone was just like mine. I picked it up and stuck it in my pocket.

One of the guys who had grabbed me was now concentrating on dip-shit. I assumed he was either the bartender or the manager by the way he took charge. He yelled for someone named Eddie to call the police.

When I looked around I realized no one was paying any attention to me, everyone was too concerned with lover boy, so I turned around and simply walked out. I knew it would be just a matter of time before the cops came for me but I had something else to do before they nabbed me ... ruin Joe Wexler’s life!

I walked briskly to my car. Once inside and out of sight, I took Wexler’s phone from my pocket and dialed his home number. Of course Doris thought it was her loving husband calling.

“Hi honey, I thought you’d be on the plane by now. Is everything okay?”

“Joe isn’t on any plane, Doris. He’s not even going out of town. He’s at a restaurant called Plato’s Place where he was supposed to meet my wife. They’ve been having an affair,” I bluntly announced.

“What! Who is this,” she screeched. “I don’t believe you, whoever you are.”

“This is Shayne Burke, Doris, and I’m afraid it’s true.” I heard her gasp. Just then I got a signal from call waiting. I was going to ignore it but the number looked familiar. I had a gut feeling so I acted accordingly. I told Doris to hold on a second and hit the flash button then quickly flicked back and hit the flash button again, successfully setting the phone for a three way conference call. Stacy’s voice came through loud and clear...

“Joe, Joe, get out of there, NOW. Shayne came home early and caught me as I was leaving. He knows, Joe. He’s coming for you. Get out of th...”

“YOU BITCH!” screamed Doris from the other line. “YOU FUCKING BITCH. I’LL TEAR YOUR FUCKING HEART OUT! YOU WANT HIM SO BAD YOU CAN HAVE THE BASTARD!”

There was a brief pause before Stacy realized she was talking to Doris...

“No, NOOO...” cried Stacy.

I could hear her starting to break down in tears again. I heard someone else in the room with her. My suspicions were that it was Gwen, Stacy’s best friend. I checked her number on Stacy’s phone; it matched the number she was calling from. She lives about three miles down the road from us. Stacy must have walked down there to use her phone because she didn’t want any of our neighbors to know what she did. Also, all of us being in the same circle of friends, Gwen most likely had dip-shit’s phone number.

The line went dead as Stacy sobbed in the background.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. My mind went into overdrive going over the events of the last hour ... two families destroyed, just like that. Stacy and I didn’t have any kids yet but Joe and Doris had a son.

My vision was getting cloudy as I stared out the windshield and started to ask myself the infamous question all guys ask themselves in that situation ... why? I thought she was happy, what went wrong?

A couple of tears broke free and dropped to my cheeks then continued their journey down my face. I loved her; I loved her with all my heart. How could she betray me this way? I’m not sure how many times I asked myself the same questions but it didn’t matter, I wasn’t going to find the answer anyway.

I was still sitting there when I heard sirens coming around the corner. A few seconds later, three squad cars pulled up to the entrance of the restaurant.

Shit, I thought, it sure didn’t take them long. I sat for a minute trying to decide what to do. Hell, I was sure Joe would tell them who I was. They’d just come to my house to arrest me anyway, might as well face the music.

The problem was my car. I still had my photography equipment in it and I wasn’t about to leave it in the lot or let them tow it to some impound yard. I pulled out my own phone and called Marcy, my assistant. She used my car to run errands and had her own set of keys. She had been in Peoria with me and had just gotten home. I hated to do this to her, I knew she was tired after the long drive but when I told her the situation she sprang into action like a trooper.

She told me she’d be at Plato’s in half an hour; then she’d leave her car in the lot and drive mine home. I gave her the code so she could put it in the garage. When she was done she’d take a cab back to her car and put the cost of the cab on her expense account. Sometimes I have no idea what I’d do without her.

Since the car issue was resolved I had no more excuses. I walked back into the restaurant. With three squads parked in front, I expected to see the place swarming with cops but everything appeared normal. I looked around and saw a guy pointing at the bar.

“They all went in the back,” he told me.

I nodded my head to acknowledge his help and walked behind the bar and down a short hall to a door that read, ‘office.’ I could hear voices from inside. I knocked.

“Yeah,” I heard someone yell.

Inside the office was the guy who had grabbed me before. Now I was sure he was the manager. In addition were three cops, and Wexler. Shit-head was sitting in a chair holding an icepack to his cheek. From what I could see, it was already badly swollen and turning purple.

You should have seen the expression on everyone’s face when I walked in.

“I just found out he’s sleeping with my wife,” I announced. “I guess I went a little crazy.”

“Is this the man who assaulted you, Sir?” one of the cops asked.

Before the asshole had a chance to answer, the manager chimed in. “Yeah, that’s him.”

“Mr. Wexler, do you wish to file charges?” asked the same cop. He must have outranked the other two. He seemed to be asking all the questions.

Wexler still hadn’t said anything. I think he was wondering how he could keep all this from his wife. I thought I’d put that idea right out of his head. He looked up at me as I started to speak.

“If you’re worried about Doris finding out, she already knows,” I said, tossing his phone to him.

Instinctively he caught it with his right hand. When he recognized it he bent over in the chair and started to bawl like a baby. If I didn’t loath the S.O.B. so much, I could have almost felt sorry for him.

“Mr. Wexler...” the cop started to ask him again.

“No, no,” wept asshole shaking his head from side to side. He had his face buried in his hands.

The cop looked up at the manager. “What about you? He created a disturbance in your restaurant. You want to charge him with disturbing the peace?”

I’m pretty sure the manager was on my side because immediately he declined to press any charges.

The cop then turned to me. “Sir, may I see some I.D.?”

I pulled out my wallet, removed my driver’s license, and handed it to the man in blue. He took a notepad out of his shirt pocket and copied down my information.

Once he was done he focused his attention on Wexler again. “Sir, I strongly suggest you go to the ER and have that looked at. You should have an X-Ray done. You could have a broken jaw, there.”

My nemesis was still crying as he shook his head and mumbled he was okay.

I got a look at the cop’s name plate as he turned and handed my license back to me.

“Okay, since nobody’s pressing charges you can go for now, but don’t go too far. If Mr. Wexler is badly hurt things could change,” said officer Dolby.

“Yes Sir,” I said taking my license and sticking it back into my wallet.

“Mr. Burke, you seem to have a propensity for violence, how is Mrs. Burke?”

I knew he was just doing his job but officer Dolby was starting to piss me off.

“I don’t have a propensity for violence,” I responded sharply. “Mrs. Burke is just fine. I would never hit a woman under any circumstances. But if you think I’m such a bad guy, you try coming home to find your wife all dressed up with rubbers in her purse, ready for a date with one of your friends. See how you react.”

“Okay,” he replied. “I get it, but you’re lucky. You could be in a hell of a lot of trouble right now. I’d advise you to calm down and talk to your wife. Maybe things aren’t as bad as you think they are.”

I chuckled at the cop’s attempt at marriage counseling and thanked him with a snicker. As I turned to walk out, the manager spoke up.

“Mr. Burke, I don’t want to see you in here again.”

“That’s fine with me,” I snarled back. I was making friends fast, I could tell.

As I walked out to the parking lot I replayed the cop’s words in my head. I was pretty lucky, at that. I could very well be on my way to the hoosegows about now. I guess I’m also lucky that guy jumped up and caught asshole before he went down too hard. He could have busted his head open on the floor and I would be in real trouble. Still, I thought, if I had it to do over again I’d do the same damn thing. The mother fucker deserved it.

I got halfway down the row of parked cars before discovering yet another problem. This just wasn’t my day ... my car was gone!

The first thing that popped into my head was that someone stole it with all my gear inside. Then I remembered my call to Marcy. Shit! She got there faster than I thought she would. I looked around and sure enough, on the other side of the aisle was Marcy’s ten year old Chevy. Now what?

I reached for my phone but couldn’t do it. I knew how tired she had to be and to call her back and let her know it was all for nothing just didn’t seem like a nice thing to do. I looked behind me ... no way. I wasn’t going back into that damn place even it was to just to call for a cab.

I looked across the street. There, standing six stories tall and coated in green and white paint was another major player in my wife’s betrayal ... the Country Hills Motel.

I immediately pictured my wife and that son-of-a-bitch of a loser, romping around naked in one of the rooms. I really didn’t want to set foot in the place any more than I ever wanted to see the inside of Plato’s again.

This was crazy, I told myself. It’s irrational. I can’t very well hold a building accountable for what goes on inside its walls. I crossed the street and entered through the front door ... just the way I suspected my wife and her lover would have done if that stupid assistant hadn’t screwed up the shoot.

I walked up to the front desk and was immediately greeted by a young, exceptionally pretty girl. “Yes Sir, may I help you?”

“Yeah, do you have the number of a cab service I could call, please?” I asked.

“Of course; would you like me to dial it for you, Sir?”

Funny how sometimes the slightest little gesture can affect a person’s attitude. To her it was the simplest of helpful services that came with her job, for me it was the nicest thing anyone had said to me all day.

A smile actually broke across my lips as I answered her. “That’s very kind of you, thank you...” I glanced at her name pin, “Alecta. Wow, pretty name.”

“Thank you,” she replied as she dialed the phone with a small smile.

The cab dropped me off in my drive. I hit the code on the garage door and checked to make sure my car was there safe and sound. It was.

I had no idea what to expect when I walked into the house. Would Stacy be there or not? Hell, I had no idea what would happen from one moment to the next. I’d never been in a situation like that before; I’d never felt like that before.

That’s when reality started to set in. For the past couple of hours I had been functioning on pure adrenaline but suddenly things were starting to hit me. My wife, the woman I loved with all my heart, my friend, my lover, was cheating on me. My knees became weak. I had to sit down on the steps leading into the house before I fell down.

I took some deep breaths and sat there until I got my bearings again. I walked into the kitchen from the laundry room that joins the house and garage. The first thing I did was look for coffee, there was none made. Of course, I thought, she wasn’t expecting you home, remember dummy, why would she have made coffee. I was filling the pot with water when I felt a presence. I looked toward the doorway to the living room. “Gwen, what are you doing here? Where’s Stacy?” She had obviously gotten the key to our house from my wife.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in on you. I didn’t see your car and didn’t think you were here. Stacy gave me the key and asked if I’d pick up a few things for her. She’s afraid to come home, Shayne. She’s scared to death,” responded my wife’s best friend.

“That’s bullshit. I’ve never raised my hand in anger to her or any other woman. She knows damn well I’d never hit her.”

“She’s not afraid of you hitting her, Shayne, she’s afraid of what you’ll say to her.”

“Good, that’s fine with me. Just keep her at your place until I can pack and get the hell out of here,” I growled.

“Shayne, please don’t do anything rash. She...”

“Rash, stupid, crazy ... everybody’s so damned worried, telling me how I shouldn’t be reacting to my wife sleeping with another man. Tell me, Gwen, just how am I supposed to act? I’d really like to know because I never thought I’d ever be in this situation ... never!”

Gwen lowered her head, walked over to one of the kitchen chairs and sat down. “Can I have a cup when it’s done?” she asked.

“Of course,” I said as I tossed in the last scoop of grounds and turned the maker on. I walked over and sat in the chair opposite Gwen. Now that most of the excitement was over, depression was starting to set in.

“I don’t understand. Three days—I was supposed to be gone three lousy days; she couldn’t keep her legs closed for that long? Why? Why would she flush our marriage down the toilet like that? Was I so bad a husband?”

“Shayne she wouldn’t be so devastated if you were a bad husband. The reason she called Joe in such a panic wasn’t for his benefit, she was worried about you, about what you’d do, how much trouble you could get yourself into. She said she’d never seen anyone so angry.”

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The Newlyweds Chapter 2 Heart Shaped Betrayal

The Newlyweds Chapter 2: Heart Shaped Betrayal The alarm sounded. I remembered Jasmin had made a promise to a new friend that we'd have brunch with them down the street at a small bistro. How could she make friends so quick? I asked myself while still lying in bed. We've been in town for about five days. Already she made a dozen friends and was on the phone or texting people like they were war buddies or childhood friends. Jasmin must have just gotten up, her pillow was still warm....

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The Betrayal

Her hands were trembling as she prepared for his arrival. She had never kept anything from Him. And now contemplating her fate she wasn’t sure what to do. She knew his temper; she knew he would never tolerate another touching her flesh, not since she had given herself to Him. She never intend things to go this far, it was simply a diversion during his long absences. The computer seemed like such a safe place to explore her fantasies when He was away from her. Damn his job that could take him...

Erotic Fiction
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Bad Bitch Betrayal

Betrayal, a word you never think of ’til it happens to you. The dictionary defines it as the action of betraying one’s country, a group, or a person; treachery. Treachery, yeah that’s more of what I feel it is. As I said, no one really thinks of it ’til it happens to you. Ok, to get everyone up to date, I am John Trumbel, six-foot, athletic build, chiseled chin. Sounds good to me right? If you ask my supposed loyal wife nothing could be further from the truth. In her...

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Amys Betrayal

Amy’s Betrayed It had been a hectic day and everything that could go wrong for Amy did, just when things couldn’t feel any worse the phone rang and startled her out of her deep thoughts of Brad, the man she always felt was the one until she came home early and found him in bed with her best friend. She suddenly felt sick in the pit of her stomach as her thoughts went back to that dreaded day and quickly forgot the phone ringing. She remembered that day like it was yesterday, it was...

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Amys Betrayal

Amy’s Betrayed It had been a hectic day and everything that could go wrong for Amy did, just when things couldn’t feel any worse the phone rang and startled her out of her deep thoughts of Brad, the man she always felt was the one until she came home early and found him in bed with her best friend. She suddenly felt sick in the pit of her stomach as her thoughts went back to that dreaded day and quickly forgot the phone ringing. She remembered that day like it was yesterday, it was...

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Bikini Beach Betrayal

Based in Elrod W's universe and utilizing characters created by him. Bikini Beach: Betrayal By JDG Anya smiled at the pretty red head sitting before her. She judged the woman to be in her late 30's to 40 based on the mental impressions she was getting. Based on looks she would have to be judged to be late 20's to early 30's. She obviously worked hard at keeping herself in shape. "So... what can I do for you today Mrs. Johnson?" "Well, Anya is it? Anya, I have been having a...

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The Betrayal

My girlfriend- Avni- is a very sophisticated but a simple girl. She had never been in a relationship before meeting me- Prateek; and hence, having her in my life completes my life and we love each other a lot.Though she loves me a lot, I’ve always viewed her as a sex machine. In fact, we got into a relationship because I made her drink too much one night and then fucked her in my car. Because she’s a one-man girl, she was hence compelled to enter into a relationship with me. I need a regular...

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Betrayal of the SuccubiChapter 9 The Final Betrayal

When Calyndi awoke the next morning, she was once again lying in the middle of the graveyard, the sun pounding at her eyes and her body weak from loss of blood, her sex still quivering from the many climaxes that she'd felt. But this time there was no flutter in her chest at the thought. Devin had been cruel, forcing her at first to pleasure him with her mouth while offering her nothing in return. Then, as if to further prove his power over her, he had taken her from behind, commanding her...

4 years ago
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Amys Betrayal

It had been a hectic day and everything that could go wrong for Amy did, just when things couldn’t feel any worse the phone rang and startled her out of her deep thoughts of Brad, the man she always felt was the one until she came home early and found him in bed with her best friend. She suddenly felt sick in the pit of her stomach as her thoughts went back to that dreaded day and quickly forgot the phone ringing. She remembered that day like it was yesterday, it was their two...

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Amys Betrayal

It had been a hectic day, and everything that could go wrong for Amy did. Just when things couldn’t feel any worse, the phone rang and startled her out of her deep thoughts of Brad. The man she always felt was the one. Until she came home early and found him in bed with her best friend. She suddenly felt sick in the pit of her stomach, as her thoughts went back to that dreaded day and quickly forgot the phone ringing. She remembered that day like it was yesterday. It was their two year...

Cheating
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Unintended Betrayal

She knew she was making a mistake, that the road she was about to go down would lead only to shame, regret and the end of her innocence. But thoughts like these are logical and logic is the first thing abandoned when your urges take over, when your blood runs hot and desire takes over. She gasped as his lips found her neck, his exploration of her body becoming more urgent. Warm sensations flooded her mind as he sampled her, breathing in her scent and tasting her need. His hand grasped the zip...

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Double Betrayal

DOUBLE BETRAYAL by Long Tall MaryIt seemed like the perfect plan. Diane would have the wife of her lover for nearly two days to use as her sex slave, while hub was away on business. But something had gone terribly awry, and now Diane was the enslaved, naked and chained in the dank basement holding cell of a professional dominatrix.For nearly three years Jim had carried on an extra marital affair with Diane, his personal secretary. Jim, 49 years old, was owner and CEO of a small high tech...

3 years ago
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Allison and the PrimdalesChapter 66 The Second Betrayal

As soon as she woke up in the morning, she found that she could reflect on the previous night's activities with a clear head. Yes, Meg had broken her trust, but she decided that she wasn't going to let it bother her. Meg had obviously been sorry about what she had done, and that was the important thing. Lissa might have been angrier if it weren't for the fact that she had been touched by a woman like that before. If she had had no prior experience of this kind, it might have been...

1 year ago
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Amys Betrayal

It had been a hectic day and everything that could go wrong for Amy did, just when things couldn’t feel any worse the phone rang and startled her out of her deep thoughts of Brad, the man she always felt was the one until she came home early and found him in bed with her best friend. She suddenly felt sick in the pit of her stomach as her thoughts went back to that dreaded day and quickly forgot the phone ringing. She remembered that day like it was yesterday, it was their two year anniversary...

Group Sex
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The Ultimate Betrayal

I first met my wife, Jane, when we started at the same high school together. We became friends as a part of a large group. She was friendly and funny with the ability to make people laugh. She was also empathetic. She was the one who was always there when anyone felt down. When we all went out she wasn’t the life of the party but she made sure everyone was included. Since there was usually eight or ten people in our friendship group this was at times a difficult task. She spent an equal...

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Bryans Betrayal

I gingerly turned my head from side to side looking for the discarded clothes of last night and fighting the urge to be ill. My skimpy red outfit was missing. There was nothing in the closet or small dresser. I could feel panic creeping into me and I steadied myself on a wall to keep from falling. I wobbled back over to the bed and lay down on it trying to devise a plan and to sort through the jumble of emotions, memories, and ill fitting puzzle pieces. I felt completely foolish as I...

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Transitions Part 3 Betrayal

(TG) Transitions Part 3 The Betrayal By Colleen Shepherd Chapter 13 School Daze I arrived at school and went to my assigned home room. As the class filled with other students I could feel the eyes of some of the other students on me. I knew that no one knew who I was so I had to assume they were checking out the new girl, no doubt they were wondering who I was. The teacher took attendance by calling out everyone's name. When she got to mine the whole class looked at...

2 years ago
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Betrayal

                                                       BETRAYAL  Pulling into the Safeway parking lot, I could barely contain my excitement. It was Friday morning and the start of a long weekend of camping and partying.  As I entered the store I made my way to the liquor section and grabbed two large bottles of Patrone tequila and two large bottles of Crown Royal. Several bags of ice, some sodas and several gallons of bottled water rounded out my purchases.    As I arrive in our drive way...

3 years ago
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Found The Missing Essence With My Colleague 8211 Part 3 The Betrayal

Hello all, please read the last part before proceeding with this story about the betrayal. Madhan pumped me and left horny. Mukesh had fucked around 5 times, but still, I was not satisfied. I felt incomplete, and I wanted hardcore drilling to satisfy my lust. Madhan’s dick was in my mind, and I remembered moments with him, especially ass fuck. He fucked me for a long time. His stamina is so far better than Mukesh. Madhan’s pussy licking was amazing. He kissed, licked, and sucked my pussy at a...

3 years ago
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Betrayal

Chapter 1 as told by Bill Williams Greg Benjamin and I have known each other since fourth grade. We lived across the street from each other for almost eleven years when we were kids. We had been best buddies for almost all of that time. That’s why I can’t believe what he has done to my wife and I don’t even know why! It was last Saturday I had come home early from my golf game because it rained us out on the fifteenth hole. We could have waited the shower out but Greg wasn’t there because he...

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Betrayal

"Don't hit me. Please, for God's sake don't hit me," Jerry Smith begged. The man Jerry was pleading with was Ben Stillman, known as Big Ben on the street. The nickname was due to Ben's size, he was 6' 6. If he'd had been shorter, he would have been called stocky; he weighed 270. Instead, he was considered muscular and not someone to mess with. Ben was holding Jerry off the ground with one of his big hands around the neck because his boss, Moe Farrell, had ordered him to collect the...

2 years ago
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The Destroyers Book 2 Hope and BetrayalChapter 42 Battle for Karsakini Part 6 and The Betrayal

Ken jerked his head around to the main tactical screen. "To all ships! Red alert! All hands man your battlestations!" Ken ordered. He turned and walked quickly to the main CIC panel. He looked at the hyper wake coming in. "Estimated time of arrival?" "Six minutes, Sir," replied the sensor officer. "Stack us up. I want a full broadside of weapons to bear on the targets. Launch all fighters." "Yes, Sir! Launching all fighters, stacking the ships." "Dispatch the rest of...

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DemiGodChapter 16 Betrayal

It only took a few minutes to walk to the edge of the Fount. Bright energy-laden Ether spurted up like water under high pressure from the rift in the ground in front of him. Jake saw what the others could not: the rift between the planes was only about a eighteen inches across, but the stream was nearly quarter of a mile across itself, and shot nearly ten times as high. Jake marveled at the care that must have gone into constructing such a well of power in the mortal plane. Brent had...

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The War of 2020Chapter 3 Betrayal

Sitting at the telecom station in the Center, Murph rolled in his chair, kicking his feet up on the desk. He hated waiting for others, it was a waste of his time. CGB leaned against a brick wall to his left, his bulky arms crossed as he bounced a tennis ball against the floor impatiently. “These fucks do this shit on purpose,” CGB sneered, walking over to his chair. Finally, after waiting almost ten minutes for a thirty second conversation, the red light flashed on the monitor, advising that...

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Slave to the EmpireChapter 18 Betrayal

Aerick awoke first to the chains. The surroundings confused him at first, but his eyes slowly acclimated to the dim chamber. His wrists were bound above him, and his feet brushed the bone covered floor below. A moan to his left caught his attention, and he saw the similarly dangling form of Toril against the far wall. To his right, Savren lay crumpled in a heap, covered in blood and bound in wire. Of Kieron, there was no sign, giving the ranger pause to whether the young human had evaded...

2 years ago
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Betrayal of the SuccubiChapter 5 The First Betrayal

Calyndi's eyes practically bugged out of her head. "Do you mean to tell me that you've been with Devin tonight?" Calyndi was surprised to find feelings of excitement and a strange sense of jealousy flittering through her. "No, not tonight," Linki said, "last night. I didn't want to tell you because I knew you'd be so worried. But it worked! The ring protected me from his powers." "How can you be sure?" "Well, after we ... had our fun last night, he tried to claim me. He did...

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Betrayal of the SuccubiChapter 8 The Second Betrayal

Calyndi was happy to see the sun drop below the horizon. She'd regained enough of her strength to leave Linki's place following a delightful, blonde meal. Linki had thankfully not made any overt attempts to engage Calyndi sexually, instead focusing her energies on driving the young blonde girl as wild with sexual need as possible. Sometimes stealing a girl away like Linki had done with the blonde would result in a meal filled with the bitterness of fear, but with two succubi working her...

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630 Betrayals

Like any young guy starving his through college, I'm always in the market for easy money. Scanning the paper a few weeks ago I saw an ad asking for a nude model. Being the somewhat shy type, I started to pass it over. That is, until I saw how much it paid. Three hundred bucks! One session for an hour and a half. Temptation found me in front of the vanity mirror seconds later (oh, the vanity). I stripped down and started gawking at myself. Well, yeah we guys do that pretty much every time we...

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Sensual Betrayals

The day couldn’t have been better for our little reunion. It had been a year since the four of us had last gotten together. It was the summer break after our first year in college and we decided to meet in a little coffee shop in town. There was Jill, my best friend since 4th grade, Britney who we met in 6th and Tonya who moved to our town during 9th grade. Through the rest of our days in high school, we were a foursome. Always together and as tight as four friends can be. We were also the most...

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The Bitter Price of Betrayal

Introduction Some people are just too damned stupid to appreciate the value of what they have until they don’t. They later wail about how unjust it is that it’s impossible to undo the damage they did that has cost them (and their trusting victim) everything. True justice is that their suffering is tenfold when they’re finally forced to face the reality that the word impossible means what it means. When Jack, 26 and Denise, 23 realized that for more than three months neither of them had...

3 years ago
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Triple B or Bad Bitch Betrayal

Treachery, yeah that's more of what I feel it is. As I said, no one really thinks of it 'til it happens to you. Ok, to get everyone up to date, I am John Trumbel, six-foot, athletic build, chiseled chin. Sounds good to me right? If you ask my supposed loyal wife nothing could be further from the truth. In her words, I was boring, especially in bed. I'm sorry I wasn't raised by prostitutes, trained in every nuance of lovemaking. Ok, ok, so I'm not the most romantic, passionate man alive....

4 years ago
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His Betrayal

I woke up in a pool of sweat, my heart racing and my breathing heavy. I couldn’t believe the dream that had just ensued. The neighbour to whom I had lost my virginity exposed my intimacy to the website that I frequently visited. It couldn’t be right; he couldn’t have done that. I sat up in bed with a bewildered look on my face as I looked at my laptop sitting on the bedside table. In my curiosity, I pulled it towards me.As the laptop started up, I immediately loaded up my favourite website,...

Straight Sex
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WELL HUNG BETRAYAL

My wife Sarah was out for lunch with 3 of her friends, on of who was having her 50th birthday, so knowing it would be a boozy affair i offered to pick her up from her friends house where they were continuing the motion although she had said it wouldn't be a late one. So collected her just after 6pm. It was only about 40 mins home so no hassle and i thought i may get lucky as she’d be tipsy and owe me a treat for picking her up. Almost as soon as she got in the car she said “Guess what?” she was...

4 years ago
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A little story of love and betrayal

I don't doubt that reading a bank statement has bought unhappiness to many people. It's almost certainly a common thing, probably caused disasters far worse than my own. But that didn't help -- not one bit.I was just sorting through some papers on my wife's desk at home, trying to find whether she'd paid the phone bill or something similar, something quite ordinary and innocent. That's when I found it, lying there under a pile of bills and other things.A bank statement, from Barclays as it...

3 years ago
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Half the ManChapter 3 A Crushing Discovery Followed By A Devastating Betrayal

"Not that godforsaken buzzing again," he groaned and rubbed his throbbing head. "That's what I get for taking an extra sleeping pill at 1:00 A.M. in the morning. Oh well." Dylan mumbled a few more irritated words and then hit the snooze button once more. He gingerly rolled over and drifted back to sleep. He dozed until his wife's voice beckoned him to wake. "Dylan, come on. It was time to get up half-an-hour ago." The anxiety and frustration was very evident in her voice as it had...

3 years ago
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Lady Grace the Story of Ben and LaraChapter 4 The Betrayal

It was the morning after the fight in the Horny Bull and Lara ached. She had taken a few good hits in that brawl, especially near the end. She had an impressive black eye and there were a few other bruises and marks about her body. It was nothing new; Lara had spent more than a few mornings like this, nursing her wounds and exulting that she was still in one piece. She still had memories of her Natla adventure, injecting antibiotics with shaky fingers while dizzy with pain, or stitching up...

4 years ago
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Not This TimeChapter 15 Betrayal

Bruce was right. I was only nineteen. I wasn’t forty-two or forty-three or whatever. Even the memories I had of future history were more like déjà vu than foreknowledge. I knew there were big things coming up in the next few years. But what I considered big was what had been important to me in the last life and didn’t include things like who won the Kentucky Derby or the World Series. If I was going to get rich, it was going to be by being savvy in the real estate market, not by betting on...

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Arcanum of Steamworks and Magick ObscuraIn Which Our Hero becomes a Subversive Unionizer Betrayal

December 12th, 1885 Rain pattered against the windows of the Misk household’s expanse library. Virginia had, helpfully, set every light in the room to as bright as it could go. Warmly burning oil lamps and electrical bulbs shrouded in comforting draperies both worked with the stoked fireplace to give the room a warm, cheery glow – but it did little to offset the grim mood that had cast its pall over the Misk house. With both Victor and now Wesley the butler both dead within the same week,...

3 years ago
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Shared Wife First Betrayal

Our FetLife friend and I also discussed our similarities and differences regarding our experiences...what our expectations were as opposed to what actually happened...sometimes on different planets...but loving the fact that our wives were enjoying the hidden pleasures that resided deep within them...with or without us. Setting: We, meaning my wife and I had already had a threesome with this dude. It was impromptu and happened late one night while playing a board game. We changed the rules...

2 years ago
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Predatrix Two Revenge and Betrayal

At the end of the corridor, Jane almost pushed him inside her cabin and closed the door. He turned around to find her standing, arms across her chest, breathing heavily (her heavy breasts rose and fell in the most hypnotic rhythm), and nostrils flaring. He tore his eyes away from her chest and tried to look into her sharp, stern eyes. He had nothing to say. “So? What were you thinking?” Michael stood there, fingers in his pockets, shoulders hunched and dropped his gaze to the floor. He...

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Alices Betrayal

My boyfriend Jacob and I had been together for about a year and a half and we had a relatively good relationship, which couple doesn’t fight or argue but he treated me well and I think I loved him. He had recently started a new job and he seemed to enjoy it, being a welder in a new steel plant being constructed. His only complaint was that there was one particular co-worker - Dennis, who frequently crossed the line with his jokes and crassness. I did a bit of digging on facebook, to see who...

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Harolds Betrayal

She was old or more to the fact of age, she was ancient in terms of human life. She had walked the earth for centuries searching for the men she craved to survive on.  Men of wealth and means, men of fame and fortune and men of great physical stature, she had them all over time, used them all and in most cases killed them for their life-sustaining source she needed to survive.Yet that had changed in the eighteenth century when she had met Harold. Harold had loved her and provided for her...

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Ordeal of the Twins Part 1Betrayal

Katie jumped at the sound of someone knocking on the door. She glanced over to Alex her twin sister in surprise. Alex shrugged slowly, as surprised as Katie. The knocking started again, this time it was more insistent. Katie got up and walked across the flat towards the door. It was not their flat, but that of their elder brother Adam. The sisters often came round to be away from their parents or just have time with Adam. When she reached the door Katie hesitated. She was not sure if...

4 years ago
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Balloons and Betrayal

“It is a cult.”“If the messenger were another person, then I might believe the words coming out of your mouth.”“Amber, you are the one who sat down next to me at this empty table in this enormous backyard.”“I wanted to see when the birthday cake came out, and you are seated closest to the buffet.”“Buffet is generous. It's a plastic tablecloth with an array of chip bowls and cookie platters and pizza boxes clumped next to rainbow balloon centerpieces.”“Gourmet pizza boxes, Jax. Those Bergdorfs...

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3 years ago
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Sirens Story more Love Sex and Betrayal

I knew it would hurt her and i did care its just that my lust for Rickys sex was to deep... When it was just the two of us things would get crazy. I would lose my power and he would gain it.... It was always rough and i would always put up a fight first, but that was the fun of it all.. Making me submit sexually was such a turn on for the both of us.. The secrets presisted through the rest of my freshman year and over to my sophmore year... Spring break came along and Rickys parents were...

2 years ago
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My Bodies Betrayal

The one guy still behind me with the knife right in front of my face tells his buddy to look up. There right above us is an unused plant holder hook hanging from the ceiling. Perfect says his buddy as he digs into his burglar bag and pulls out a small piece of nylon rope. Before I know what’s happened they’ve repositioned me so I am cuffed with my hands over my head attached to the ceiling hook by the nylon rope. As I stand there one guy holds the knife to my face and tells me their...

3 years ago
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Growing Pains Betrayal

Chapter I The five year old stood at the very top of the climbing frame and folded her arms defiantly. ‘No,’ she shouted with a steely determination. ‘Come on. It is going to rain,’ the young mother repeated but the girl sneered at her mother standing akimbo ten feet below. ‘Mummy, not coming down,’ the young girl shouted stubbornly. ‘Not been here long enough.’ Rhea scowled at her errant offspring. ‘Izzy. You will come down now,’ she shouted firmly but the girl shook her head resolutely. ...

2 years ago
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Betrothal Betrayal

This story is set in the late 1800s. I apologize for any glaring falsehoods to the times, but it was the time frame I needed. Don’t let the idyllic start fool you, there is a story coming. This is completely different from my other stories, so if you are familiar with them you are forewarned. Then again, my stuff really refuses to stick to a genre. Enjoy! ************************************* The air was crisp and scented with pine and raw earth as we rode through fields and woods that...

1 year ago
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Betrayal

Kalani Chapter One           “ A fter all that I have done for you!” Those words were constantly playing over in Kalani’s mind as she drove down Peachtree Street in her Range Rover. The vibration of her Palm Treo interrupted her thoughts, as she picked it up she smiled to herself, it was a text message from Danielle, Dani to her – and only her. I DON’T KNOW IF I TOLD YOU BUT JUST IN CASE I HAVEN’T – I LOVE YOU BABE! That message brought about a warm feeling for Kalani. Danielle Mackenzie...

2 years ago
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Unintended Betrayal

She knew she was making a mistake, that the road she was about to go down would lead only to shame, regret and the end of her innocence. But thoughts like these are logical and logic is the first thing abandoned when your urges take over, when your blood runs hot and desire takes over. She gasped as his lips found her neck, his exploration of her body becoming more urgent. Warm sensations flooded her mind as he sampled her, breathing in her scent and tasting her need. His hand grasped the zip...

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Amys Betrayal

It had been a hectic day, and everything that could go wrong for Amy did. Just when things couldn’t feel any worse, the phone rang and startled her out of her deep thoughts of Brad. The man she always felt was the one. Until she came home early and found him in bed with her best friend. She suddenly felt sick in the pit of her stomach, as her thoughts went back to that dreaded day and quickly forgot the phone ringing. She remembered that day like it was yesterday. It was their two year...

3 years ago
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Anas Betrayal

 I was so excited when I found out that I’d be returning home a day earlier than expected from my first business trip as a junior banker at Martin Keller Group.  It was early April, almost nine months since Ana and I got married and moved to Los Angeles.  I started at Martin Keller about a week later, choosing to spend my first week back from our honeymoon in an effort to extend it.  I bet we made love at least three times a day all week long!  It got to the point that we’d have to slather...

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