I’d had a long, hard day at work and couldn’t wait to get home and relax. I stopped at the grocery store and got a few things we needed for the weekend. When I drove up to the house I was surprised to see my husband Greg’s car in the driveway. He doesn’t usually get
To understand my predicament you have to understand one thing: I love my husband very, very much. I would do anything to make him happy. We’ve been happily married for six years. My husband, John, has his own business and recently he gave his older brother Ian a job. Ian has been abroad for the
Mary had thought she had put her magazines and plugs back up after she had masturbated but after her shower, she walked back to the bedroom to see her maid Sharon sitting in the chair looking at them. Sharon was her black maid for the last three years and didn’t know anything about her desire
Mick knew he was in trouble when he walked in the door. I was standing in the middle of the room and my brother Ed was seated on the couch. We were both a bit hung over from the wedding reception the night before. Mick, my nineteen year old son, had gotten married to this
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She stopped in at her favorite coffee shop and ordered a large latte and waited to pay. Checking her phone she sighed, she was early today, plenty of time before she had to get to work. “Your early today,” he said, and she started glancing at the tall dark man who stood close to her
Well I’d finished my school year ready to go to university, but had really let things slip a little before my A levels and had ended up with insufficient grades to get into my university of choice. I needed an A and 2 Bs, and while I had achieved my A in History, the English
Slowly you walk towards the house. You don’t see any lights on and let out a sigh of relief. Maybe he went to bed and won’t know that you were out later then you were supposed to be. Gently the door opens and inside you creep, your heels in one hand and your purse in
I looked out into the early Saturday morning light as my taxi took me the short distance from Peter’s house where I had spent the night to his office. I thought over the events of the previous evening and night (for the story see ‘Peter and Louise’). They had proved an extremely rewarding young couple