( A Les Lumens story ) Nebraska – Winter, Late 1800s The wind cut across the prairie, every snowflake like a tiny razor cutting into her skin. She stumbled forward, not knowing what else to do, unable to remember how she had come to be out in this storm. Her mind was nearly as blank…
You might want to read Parts One and Two of this story to get a better idea of the characters and context of the story, but I will give a brief synopsis in the following paragraphs. In Part One we learned that my name is Ed, and I was forty-seven years old at the time…
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It would be best to read Part 1 of this story first, to get the full context of the situation and the characters. But I will provide a synopsis of Part 1 in the following few paragraphs just in case you decide not to read Part 1 first. My name is Michele, and my husband…
My name is Marci, and my husband Dan and I moved to New Orleans from Dallas after we purchased a national auto parts store franchise. We met while working at a company in Dallas and were both twenty-nine years old at the time of this story. Dan was a marketing director and I was a…
My name is Jasmine, and my husband, Ed, and I were twenty-eight years old at the time of this story. We had been married for four years after graduating from business school. We met at a job in New York, City with an international consulting firm specializing in Middle East marketing and business development. I…
My wife Denise and I have lived in the Dallas suburbs for the past fifteen years, since graduating from college and moving here for jobs. We met at UT in Austin in our junior year and got married during the summer before our senior year. Our marriage at such a young age was the result…
I recently received my doctorate in Ancient Middle East History, and my wife Lindsay and I moved to the Midwest United States for me to take a professorship at a university there. My name is Ed, and we were both thirty years old at the time of this story. I started mid-year, and would not…
The economy was bad in our small town in Mississippi. The only manufacturing plant in town laid off about a third of the workers. The ones that remained were only able to work partial shifts. My husband, Dave, was one of the lucky ones to still have a job at the reduced hours as an…
I was enjoying a beautiful Saturday afternoon on Qianmen Street in Beijing. It was the first time in my 21 years that I travelled outside of the United States. I clutched onto my Chinese-English dictionary for dear life as I strolled the shopping area dressed in my white sundress with only white lace panties underneath….
My husband Ed works for a large public relations firm headquartered in Boston, and he had recently been promoted to director of communications. This is quite an accomplishment considering that he is only thirty-eight years old, had only been with the company for five years, and the competition was stiff for that position. He is…
,I recently had a very informative email exchange with a dominant man named Steve. I was trying to understand what it is like to be dominant, and what dominant men think of cuckolds who like to eat cum from their wives’ pussies. Steve asked me to write, with him as first person, about a real…
This story describes the events of a vacation that my wife, Kim, and I took to Morocco many years ago in the 1990s, at a time before the violent acts by religious extremists were so common. We are both middle-school teachers in North Carolina and had just started our summer break. Since both of us…
I slowly woke up not wanting to rush my brain as it tried to make sense of the new day. I could still see the small tidbits of the dream I was just having. It was a mangled mix of the movie I had been watching the night before and people that I saw everyday….
