Unfaithful Stories

The door was flimsy. Rizza’s moans sounded so close. Julie clenched her fists in frustration. Her perfect pink nails dug into her palms. They had agreed: still the listening part was hard. Julie nervously brushed her blond bangs away from her sky-blue eyes. Her hand brushed a wrinkle from the pink satin kimono that barely covered her taut ass. Cool air wafted over her hairless pussy. No panties. Rizza’s voice rose. “Oh Ro...

She had an itch. Chapter one. I am sitting in the office of the antique and art boutique that I own with my girlfriend Margot. It’s just after closing time; memories of the past are on my mind also regrets. Regrets for causing pain to a very good man and to a lesser extent to myself. I could feel sorry for myself, but that would be hypocrisy. I have no one to blame but my own cupidity. The scene from three years ago is bu...