At the brick gingerbread cookie house with the insurance broker sign out front, she turned left onto the narrow drive that led to Hyun’s apartment. What used to be Hyun and Meyer’s apartment, before they separated and Meyer took the basement apartment in his buddy’s townhome.
The building was a five-story nestled behind fifty-year old family homes along a busy Ajax side str...
2020-05-09 00:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostIt hurt between her legs when she sat up in bed. She was slow to get to her feet—hands on her knees for support—but once she was up, walking wasn’t affected. No limp, no toddling, no pain. Some tenderness.
She left Josh in bed, walked in the predawn light into the bathroom, closed the door, sat on the toilet with knees pressed together and a hand over her mouth. She relaxed...
2020-05-05 00:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostThey were playful together in the bathroom. Ran a shower together and got in under the hot spray. She washed his penis and balls, kissed him, turned around and Josh scrubbed her with soap all over. Even getting in between her thighs, and being careful not to get soap inside her vagina. And, god, she loved him so much. He rubbed her back with love and she felt restored. It was safe with him in t...
2020-04-28 00:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostThe hot furled membranes that cushioned her tight opening were salty and distinctly copper. She stunk. She smelled sweaty and dirty. Her pussy had been used. Devlin had fucked Kimmy’s pussy with his huge cock. Stale greasy semen smell flooded his nostrils.
Kimmy gasped, “Put your tongue deep, baby, put your tongue in me . . .”
And he did. Shoved h...
2020-04-26 00:00:01 +0000 UTC View PostWhat say you, fine readers? Is the story of Kimmy and Devlin and Josh becoming unpalatable, and mean to the point of detriment? . . .
2020-04-24 12:17:52 +0000 UTC View PostOkay, the next book should be out soon. It's called Demons, and is Book 3. I went and made it a little longer, and decided that Book 4 will be the whole Monday from dawn to dusk—which means these Kimmy getting home from the Royal York chapters will be book 4. Bear with me, ha ha—like I said, these early chapter looks are always subject to change!
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It sounded like she might be...
2020-04-21 23:59:59 +0000 UTC View PostSo, yeah, we're into Book 5 now (not 4, ha ha)! I chopped the last book in half because it was too long, and I might take the opportunity to flesh some of the scenes out to make each of the books feel richer.
Let's get into 5! . . .
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Ten after eleven, she fucking gets home.
There was the sound of her high-heeled ...
2020-04-18 23:59:59 +0000 UTC View PostFirst thing she noticed when her eyes opened was the color of the nighttime sky. Or the lack of color. All that purple had drained, leaving only blackness lit from below by orangey harbor-front lights. Night sky meant nighttime, meant it was late . . . A domino-collapsing series of thoughts that had her heart jumping, momentarily unsure of where she was, but knowing something was terri...
2020-04-16 00:00:00 +0000 UTC View PostWhat worried him the most was what he looked like from behind. Like if a third party was watching him. But most worriedly: what if that third-party was Kimmy or Devlin? Coming up from behind him, what would his behavior look like? Because it would be bad enough to be discovered in the lobby of the Royal York, but it would be worse if he was obviously poking around and looking like he was spying...
2020-04-13 00:00:00 +0000 UTC View PostHis shoes appeared in her field of vision as she raised her head off the floor. Shining black brogues on either side of her spread-out hands. It was a startling sight: Her wedding ring and diamond. The shoes of another man.
Devlin stooped, his hands on her back, feeling warm and strong, palms smoothing upward then unhooking her bra. She felt the straps loosen; the cups fall forward. His h...
2020-04-10 00:00:00 +0000 UTC View Post
The most embarrassing thing that could happen would be running into them. Or being discovered another way: like, just as he checked up on Kimmy using Find My Phone, she could just as easily open up her app and see his pinging blue dot so close to hers when he should be all the way back in Ajax.
And it could happen easily. There was no way for him to protect himself from being...
2020-04-07 00:00:00 +0000 UTC View PostHis current rationalization: If Kimmy was fucking Devlin, then why would she need to meet Devlin at a hotel after work? Devlin was her boss, so he could tell her to knock off for an extra-long lunch and they’d hook up for an afternoon delight. The reason then that Devlin would take her out after work was because he wanted Josh to know: Josh, I have your wife after work. That’s your...
2020-04-04 00:04:00 +0000 UTC View PostSix o’clock now, and she walked the pale marble of the Royal York’s lobby dressed all in black and wearing new heels she’d bought for eight hundred dollars this afternoon. They clicked on the transition from the grand hotel’s hall where it met the stone floor of the Clockwork. Heads turned at the sound and she flinched, alarmed at the attention the sound high heels brought. Then changed...
2020-03-29 00:00:00 +0000 UTC View PostJosh is sure Kimmy just left the house wearing intimate lingerie. The first real proof of her active involvement in this imaginary bullying Devlin is weighing down on him. Or is it proof? Shit, is it, or isn't it?
What's Josh going to do?
2020-03-28 14:19:11 +0000 UTC View PostThe power was in her hands, quite literally. She didn’t know if that made her want to laugh or cry. Sometimes over the last twelve hours it was both.
What she’d done to Josh yesterday made her feel guilty. It was a direct and purposeful manipulation of her sweet husband. A way for her to get away with the things she’d done.
There were times during this escapade betwee...
2020-03-28 00:00:00 +0000 UTC View Post
Ten minutes on the bed waiting for her to join him, and she didn’t. Sitting with his butt on the pillows, one leg folded underneath him, the other bare foot dangling off the bed’s edge. How had he fucked that up so bad? Everything he said was right. She didn’t believe him? Yeah, she had good points . . .
As soon as she presented those g...
2020-03-24 00:00:00 +0000 UTC View PostJosh was sitting on the couch where she’d last seen him, only now the TV was off. So he was sitting by himself, facing the television, the room dead quiet. If he wasn’t so upright, she would’ve thought he’d drifted off and the sleep timer had shut the equipment down. Sunlight came in the window still, lighting up the room, but with her husband in there and everything else so inactive, t...
2020-03-18 00:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostThere were better ways for him to spend his evening, but this is the way it was. A lone man on his horse, wandering the digital mountainside, aimless, staring at pixel scenery. He was in the living room playing Red Dead, Kimmy alone in her Katt Basket room, mid-process of turning it into an office. They could have split the office space he already used, but Kimmy apparently wanted privacy. That...
2020-03-16 00:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostIt was driving him crazy to watch her so separate from them. And one look at her expression would tell you whatever it was she was doing didn’t have to do with work. The way she’d playfully run her necklace through her mouth. The way she would flick at the dangling pendant. Put the pendant in her mouth. And she was smiling. Any work text he ever got did not put a smile on ...
2020-03-14 00:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostHere's some fun: let's test the room temperature with a jazzy little poll...
Do you want Josh to know exactly what Kimmy and Devlin are up to or want Josh to always be in the dark?
I already know where I'm going, but recent discussions have me curious. And if there are other options, feel free to expound in the comments!
2020-03-13 13:57:27 +0000 UTC View PostAfter Mom died, Pop had stayed single for the longest time, all through her university years, and didn’t get a female friend until he’d sold his jewelry businesses and moved to Markham. Susan Araki looked thirty-five, so when Pop first introduced the woman to her as “his friend,” she’d worried. But Susan was fifty-two, the same age as her dad. Josh was in the kitchen with her now help...
2020-03-11 00:00:00 +0000 UTC View PostFor two days, all he could think about was Kimmy with Devlin. Only, in the aftermath of a great night of sex with Kimmy, his head was clearer. Now it wasn’t because thinking of them together clicked a funny dark spot in his sexuality he didn’t even like being there, it was the truth of Devlin’s nature. Kimmy didn’t know how low Devlin could go. She knew he was an asshole. Devlin’d bee...
2020-03-09 00:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostIn the burbling whoosh of the flushed toilet, he dried his penis and testicles with a hand towel that was ready for the wash anyway. Two times in a row, not too shabby. Two times to completion. Not too shabby at all, indeed.
He chuckled to himself, proud, and also still aroused. But hungry. Way hungry. Before he tossed the towel in the hamper, he paused, plumbing still hissing, s...
2020-03-06 01:00:04 +0000 UTC View Post
Eyes turned up to the ceiling now, Kimmy’s kisses crossed his collar, down his chest, the point of his erection catching on her bra then bouncing up to fall warm against her bare chest. She kissed his belly, worked her mouth down to his cock then took him fully, right inside her mouth all the wa...
2020-03-04 00:59:59 +0000 UTC View Post
In the bathroom, she stood staring at her reflection in the mirror, ears attuned to what her husband was doing on the other side, heard him coming into the bedroom, worried he’d jostle the door knob . . .
She shook her head, admonishing her reflection, biting her lower lip, then moved qui...
2020-03-01 01:00:02 +0000 UTC View Post
In the car on the way home, he laughed at her for trying to be a big shot, and she defended herself, not thinking it was as funny as he did.
“But, I wasn’t,” she said. “I wasn’t trying to be . . .”
“Showboat Kimmy,” he called her.
Back at the Monkey House, Quinn’s little one had bounded into the group, pleading to go into the arcade. The arcade w...
2020-02-28 01:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostKimmy couldn’t have looked more out of place, and it was the other moms looking bothered that clued him in. The others had greeted Kimmy, some already knew her, and you could see the coldness in their faces. This wasn’t the Kimmy they knew. Not the one they were use to. This one was intimidating. And if their boyfriends or husbands were present, their chagrin would be amplified. Kimmy was t...
2020-02-27 01:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostETA: At the end of the cargo container scene I swore I wrote that Devlin kept Kimmy's panties, but after RCH's comment I realized I might have left it out. I did! Sorry. I've added it now. Just a simple action right as he tells Kimmy to clean up before she gets back in his car. It's a necessary point moving into this scene...
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It would have been smarter to cance...
2020-02-26 00:45:01 +0000 UTC View PostBy four o’clock, Josh had enlisted a troop of fun-seekers from Swanson—all with children—but now he wondered how it would look to Kimmy when she arrived. Was it too obvious?
Meyer and Sophie picked him up after work because Kimmy wouldn’t get delivery of her new car until Monday. But Josh invited Leah, Samara, and Gabrielle from work and one of Samara’s single mom friends tagged...
2020-02-25 01:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostAlright, so this last scene brings us to Book 3
2020-02-24 02:00:01 +0000 UTC View Post