More than an Affair

Hello, all... My name is Frank Stouffer. My story begins when my mom remarried and we moved into her new husband's house-- in my junior year of high school... His son John and I are almost the same age, but I'd stayed back a year in grade school. I think I looked up to him more than most younger siblings do with their actual brothers: He always treated me with kindness and respect, especially at first. When we moved in with them in Kansas City, John introduced me to his friends and anyone else he thought I might like, besides helping me move stuff into my room and showing me around the house, the neighborhood and school. He was on the swim team, so he didn't look as big as, say, the guys who played football, but he was gracefully muscular. I didn't notice being attracted to him physically until later, but I sort of worshipped him from a distance-- he was cool, handsome, and intelligent, about five-ten with black hair and blue eyes. I felt awkward next to him, shorter ...

All persons in this fictitious story are 18 or older. Hello, my name is Ellie and I live in New Hampshire, in the USA. I am the wholesome next door girl type, with a cute smile. Most of the time I don't wear makeup, but when I do it is very little. I am not considered as pretty, or hot, or a hottie, or whatever term you want to use. I don't have great cheek bones, in fact my face is a little round and pudgy, along with the rest of my body. It seems that I have gained the freshman 15 at my first year of college, not that I was skinny before college, I've always had a muffin top. I am only 5'2" and it wouldn't hurt for me to loose a few pounds, but I do have 32D breasts with half dollar size areola, and long nipples. I am not completely shaved, I has a small landing strip. Oh, I guess I should also mention, I have rather large labia or pussy lips as they are commonly called. When I began college, I was naive when it came to boys. Now living in a co-ed dorm, I h...

Back in January 2020 I guess I was lucky, I did have a regular job although the pay was miserable and I did have my own place. On my wage all I could afford was a miserable bedsit in a neglected part of town, but on the upside I didn't have to flat share and it worked well enough for me. The western world was caught napping when Covid hit, and unprecedented measures were suddenly imposed. London locked down and we were told to stay home, a furlough scheme was launched to make sure there was no mass unemployment and companies that were forced to cease trading could continue to pay staff. The company I worked for dealt with the arts and theatres, since they were closed it was no surprise when my boss called to say they would be furloughing me. There isn't much need for an office admin assistant when there is no admin to do. Like any other 23 year old male that's stuck at home with an internet connection I turned to gaming, Netflix and a perhaps not so healthy dose of porn t...

Chapter 7: Academic Relief A week later, Kelly's tuition came due. She handled it badly. Normally, her parents would have already paid it, but they couldn't or wouldn't. At least, they weren't. This was the final notice, all in pink and red. She had been too anxious about paying the large sum to preview what it would do to her bank account. After paying it, her bank balance was three dollars. Well, at least it wasn't overdrawn. Kelly tried to think clearly about how to fix the problem. She couldn't afford tampons, anything. She had no money to buy lube, and they were running out quickly. She figured she could get the girls to cover that. But she couldn't even afford to eat breakfast the next morning. She wasn't going to call her parents. She was too proud for that. She was way too proud to call Scott and ask him for money, though she knew in her heart he would give her anything she needed with no strings attached. No. And she would not mooch off her fr...

009 So this is what it feels like to be paid attention to. I got to the gym and pulled off my hoodie I had on at work and put it in my gym bag. In a brisk walk across the parking lot I was trying not to run. I hadn't been this excited in, I couldn't remember when. I scanned in and got a locker then went to the bikes. Looking around while trying to be nonchalant about it isn't easy for me I've discovered. No sign of my guy from last night. Maybe he'll come in while I'm here I thought to myself. That day I did an extra 10 minutes on the bike. Then headed to the weights, arms day. At least most of the exercises were done with me sitting or standing so I could watch the gym floor. After about half my weight workout I'd pretty much given up on seeing him come in. But I did notice other guys looking at me. I love the tingle that gives me. I guess that all the years I spent with Brandon hardly noticing I was alive made me hypersensitive when I actually had a gu...

This is my entry for the competition APRIL FOOLS 21, so if you read and like it, please vote. I have put it in the Loving Wives category as I feel that is where it fits best, even if technically nobody involved is actually a wife at the time of the events depicted. There is some sex, but you will have to read through quite a bit to get there (or skip of course!). It goes without saying that all the characters engaged in sexual activities are over eighteen, this is of course a work of fiction, and the copyright is reserved by me, N. S. Carter, and I forbid its use, in whole or in part, without my explicit permission. Schrodinger's Bedroom My name is Felix Schrodinger and I can't take a joke. I have a sense of humour but I can't take a joke. At least those that have a victim, and especially if I am the victim. And by the way I do have a cat, and like all cats she loves to get into boxes, and in fact all kinds of containers and confined spaces. I have no idea why. It just s...