Hell hath no fury like a woman spurned. Especially when that woman is a Redhead named Fiona with a penchant for high heeled shoes and tight black dresses.
This is a work of my imagination and my daydreams. It tells the story of a happily married young couple and the ruse that was used to lure them into swinging
Some musings on choices that I may, or may not have to make. This was written mostly as an experiment for myself. I have a theory that if I put some of my more overwhelming fantasies to "paper" it has a tendency to return them to a more normal intensity rather than somewhat of an obsession. If anybody else enjoys reading it, or any of my other postings, so much the better.