Sarkopheros Says: No, I am not fluent in Spanish. I speak some, but I needed help to get it right. My friend Hospitalier is a native speaker and tolerates so much of my bullshit—and without the aid rendered, the Spanish in this story would be a bunch of idiotic gibberish—more so than the rest of what I write. So thank you, Hospitalier. You've taught me so m...
I'm conscious that the time between chapters is getting ever longer, so apologies -- it's just a consequence of having a full-time job which involves shifts, a busy social life and the effort to fit in some training and sport (as well as finding time for an active sex life)! ***** At the end of the last chapter I recall that I said that I had discovered a...
Chapter 13 - AN INSATIABLE APPETITE Mae and I walked into the restaurant. Despite being a Sunday evening it was still very crowded. I was worried about how long the wait might be. Mae asked, "Have you ever been here?" I told her that I had been to a Teppan restaurant before, but not that one. She said, "Very popular place for birthdays. Don't worry, it won...
This is a mostly true story of my wife and me. Because it happened more than 50 years ago, the actions and dialogue are accurate as I can remember them. Note: No sexual contact between characters in this story occurred before they were 18 years old. (.)(.) It was late August 1955; I was in a new school district having left my friends at my old school and...
I'd been giving some thought to my avowed threat to debase Elle in some way when I took her to the Halloween Party at our private sex club, "Options," on Saturday night. While the genesis of that idea had come while I sat listening to her "falsified" account of the proceedings with Allen... thinking about it during the day on Saturday made me wonder if I s...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes,...
Heads-up: it's Smokey BDSM time again. Clearly, you've clicked to read, and so—fair warning: this is intense. You've seen a number of elements like this in earlier stories of mine. But as always, the core story and plot are unique. Some of you will love it, some will not. And in both camps, you know who you are. Either way, this story is dedicated to anyone...
CHAPTER 15: SADNESS As the evening continues, her companions try to pry information from her; where are you from, what do you do, how exactly did you get stuck here? But each time Mora deflects their questions in a roundabout way. She spends most of her time tracing the grain of the table with her eyes. Rick converses freely but when it is almost dawn he fi...
A young husband and wife take a break from marriage Author's note: This is pretty much a love story, or a lost-love story - similar but somewhat different than my usual submissions. Part 1 (this part) is posted in the "Loving Wives" category. Part 2 will be in "Interracial Love". Look for them there, or click on "PenPal2001" and find them in the listing...
The Long, Long Con The Con Artists Stephen Benedict (aka Samuel Blackstone, aka Martin Anderson, aka Robert Hamilton) Cassandra Simmons (aka Emma Blackstone, aka Ellen Ames, aka Lorelei Hamilton) "Next," the casting director interrupted, not looking up from her list. Circe sighed, put down her script, and trudged off the stage. When she emerged from the...