Chapter 25: Yellow pussy for breakfast - aged to perfection Melinda, my wife, showered, dressed and ate her breakfast without saying one stinking little word to me. I couldn't decipher anything from her face either. That's how Vietnamese women are. When they're not happy, they clam up instead of pouting or throwing a tantrum the way white women do. I though...
Copyright 2019 by Stormbringer Note: This is a rewrite of my story "The Unwanted Houseguest" written back in May of 2000. It has been read over one million times at one website with an average score around 9 out of 10. The original was written at a time I was considering retiring and I wanted to write the ultimate cheating wife story. It had all the themes...
Please let me know what you think of my story...and if you like it and the ideas in it and want to play online, e-mail me... * * * * * After graduating college and with nothing else to do, I decided to rent a room in a house owned by a family friend. Mrs. Jones lived by the ocean, so it would hopefully make for a relaxing summer. I took the bus in to tow...
Readers of a story that I've posted on another web site will find the basis of this story to be a familiar one. But I assure everyone that this story isn't based on the same premise and the difference will become apparent as the story goes along. I promise. CHAPTER 3 'Someone was knocking on the door again,' Sabella thought to herself as she listened to th...
It wasn't just jealousy, concern on my own behalf that stole my peace of mind. I had fears for Akemi. She'd been reading a book, a novel, "Out," by a Japanese writer, reading it in English for practice, aloud to me sometimes for help with pronunciation. One chapter depicted a vicious rape. The details were horrific and titillating. The rapist had targeted hi...
Hi everyone, it's been a while since I wrote the first chapter of this story(August), if you haven't read it, it's titled "The Houseguest Chapter 1." I got feedback from a few of you, Thank You, I am glad that you enjoyed the first part and I hope that this chapter is enjoyable as well. Oh, and before we continue I want to say hi to Marie and thanks for rea...
Shelley was a friend of my sister, Katy. They were both the same age, twenty, and had known each other for years. Actually, I'd known Shelley for years as well, but just as an adjunct to my annoying little sister. I'd never really paid her any attention and I'm quite sure she'd never really noticed me other than as an unwanted extra at Katy's place. This mu...
Chapter 2: These Tits Were Made for Fucking Beth groaned when the alarm went off and rolled on her side as David got up. "You really have to go to work?" she complained. Her thighs felt damp and her hard nipples scraped against the bed sheet. The little sleep she'd gotten had been filled with strange dreams. In one she'd been a mannequin, dressed in last n...
Being a houseguest was new to me, but the week seemed to be going well so far. Although our days were filled with meetings at the symposium, and the evenings were mostly occupied with preparation for the next day's presentations we found time the dinner preparation, consumption and cleanup to share backgrounds and to joke with each other. It seemed so natura...
It was sometime around 3am, sleep had come hard that night, and the heat and humidity had taken a toll. Restless and unable to shake the images of the previous day from my mind, I got up from bed and went into the other room to read. I can’t remember if it was a noise or maybe just an instinct, but I quietly went to the bedroom door and looked in, I could...