SHANGOReturns!

Hi there, Shango. I hope you like the photo of me bending over the pool table.  It was taken by my husband two years ago.  He’s got such a filthy mind, which means we both think alike.  I want to tell you what happened that night this photo was taken. It was on a particular dirty weekend.  I kept giving this lusty view of my butt to the guy I was playing pool with.  Hubby and I had already planned to take him back to our villa for some fun but hadn't asked him yet, though I'm sure he knew our intentions by that point. On my next shot, I got a bit of a surprise though when I felt the fat end of his pool queue slide into my wet pussy.  I didn’t realize at the time that he was standing right behind me.  At that point, not caring that there were about 10 other people in the bar, I stopped lining up my shot, rested my head and chest on the table, and spread my legs a bit more.  My opponent eased more of his pool cue i...

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...

When a good wife ends up doing something bad, especially to you, her husband, your world never becomes what it once used to be. Think about it, white boy: you have stayed married to her all these years. The kids have grown and flown out of the nest.   You've long become accustomed to her quirks, as she has of you.  You have both added weight with your hair just about fading to grey.  Never do you have to bother about asking how much she loves you; there is no need for such question to be asked.  What you both seek now is the next chapter in your lives. Then one day it happens.  All it takes is one day. You returned home from work and let yourself in.  Up the stairs, you swear you can hear voices chuckling and laughing. You suddenly panic, thinking you’ve got burglars in your home. My God, what could they possibly have done to Agnes! You rush to the door and gasp at the horror:  yo...

I don’t remember when I dozed off last night, only when I awoke in the morning.   Golden rays of sunlight splashed through the window and highlighted half of the bed; there was the noise of birds chirping tirelessly outside.   I turned to my side and saw Linda’s cat Jinks staring slothfully at me; Linda was nowhere in the room. I sat up on the bed and saw her purple dress from last night lying on her side of the bed. The activities of the night came back to me.   Linda had led me to bed after we showered.   We fucked.   We cuddled and chatted for a while.   Then we fucked some more.   She went downstairs and returned with a plate of sandwich and a bottle of wine.   Again, we fucked some more.   It’s no wonder I don’t recall when I slept. I found my watch on the bedside cabinet and it said 9:35 a.m. I slid off the bed and shuffled wearily into the bathroom.   A half hour later I dried myself up and wore my clothes and le...