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  My wife looked at me and said something that to this day has never left my mind. “Sweetheart, are you absolutely sure you want to meet him? You must know he’s way bigger than you.” She was giving me an option to bow out and return home. It wasn’t too late for me to be a coward. But foolish of me, I decided instead to uphold my pride and see things to the very end. I would later come to regret this decision, but at the time, it felt necessary to get to the bottom of things. “Don’t you dare start with making this about me, Megan,” I retorted. “It’s your fault we’re here; this is all on you. If you couldn’t keep your panties stuck between your legs, then we wouldn’t be here in the first goddamn place. I want to meet this bloke you’re screwing behind my back, and I ain’t leaving here until that’s done. So let’s get this shit over with, and stop trying to talk me down, ‘cos it ain’t going to work.” I thought my words would sting her, but Megan initially recoiled, then gave me a snide ...

  A hotwife desires for her son to be included in the school's football team. What better way to secure this than for her to bribe the school coach with the best currency available . . . *      *      * The motel was located on an exit lane off the main highway leading towards the airport. A shabby looking structure that looked like it was so close to being labelled as dilapidated. “You not going to tell me who it is we’re meeting here?” April asked as they got to the top floor and took a left turn along the corridor. “All in good time,” said Jenny. “For God’s sake, I need to know,” she whined. Jenny took off her sunglasses as they came and stopped in front of a door. April looked at the door and imagined something dreadful about to jump out and surprise them. “This is it,” Jenny pocketed her glasses then knocked on the door. The door opened a crack and at first neither could make out the figure of the man standing due to the darkness of the room. It w...

  What's a husband to do when he returns home from work and finds a superior man in bed with his wife?  Does he cry for help, or does he sit there and take it? *           *           *           * The sky rumbled with the approach of rain as I drove towards my home in Convent Gardens. It was an hour past midday and you’d think there won’t be much traffic along the way, but wrong. The highway was blocked on account of a freak accident. It was all on the news when I tuned in my radio. The accident just seemed to add to my frustration. I turned the knob to a Classic Rock station and listened to Christine McVie of  Fleetwood Mac  croon to me about how I made loving fun. Yeah right, like that was supposed to make me feel happy. The rain began to splatter by the time I got home which was a few minutes past three. Sheryl’s car was in the driveway when I arrived so I had no choice but ...

Check out this excerpt from my recently published erotic novel “ The Submissive Wife ”.  Hope you enjoy it, and if you do, leave a comment letting me know how much you dig it . *         *         * Just another typical summer evening somewhere in the city.  A blue Honda pulled into the parking lot of a fast-food restaurant, and then the front door opened and a middle-aged man in a brown jacket came down and glanced furtively around which way before shutting the door.  He adjusted the collar of his jacket and ran a hand over the sparse growth of hair that matted his head before approaching the restaurant’s entrance. He entered the restaurant and unfurled a handkerchief out of his pocket to dab his face.  His name was Donald, and he was here to make a transaction.   Few people were occupying the restaurant at that hour: middle...