Jeff laughed at Adam, asking, "What the hell makes you think you will ever get away from here? Don't you realize that your futile attempts of killing me failed? Here I am standing before you when only an hour ago, I was in an office in the States with your men trying to kill me and my wife!" Jeff turned away from Adam, reading the fear in his wife's mind, a...
This is the 5th in the "Hot For" series of reflections on the 'open' sex life my wife Patricia & I have been pursuing... ... Recently while making love Patricia whispered in my ear about having had taken two male cherries during her teen years and how she would like, at age 38, to take one more, for a cherry 'hat trick'. I asked her if she had anyone in mi...
"Mister La Salle" a voice called from over Adam's shoulder. Turning, he recognised Jayne Essington, a friend of Amanda's. "Good morning Missus Essington" he said taking her hand, bowing and kissing it. "How lovely to see you. What brings you to Boston?" "I am here for my nephew's graduation" the plumpish but nevertheless quite attractive, black haired wido...
Adam strolled quickly up the dark avenue, past the slumbering outlines of other campers and vans, the polished toes of his loafers glinting in the light of a distant streetlamp. Under his breath, he counted the vehicles he passed, his sleek head turning sharply at the slightest sound. He reached the end of the row and his steps faltered. Peering out into th...
Adam Stanford sighed as he sat inside the office of Dr. Yasmin Hussein on the third floor of the Bank Street office building overlooking Parliament Hill. Located in downtown Ottawa, the good doctor's office was in a prime location. Tall, lean and athletic, with dark brown skin and curly Black hair, Adam Stanford was a fine specimen of man, but he was also tr...
I said it was pure fiction, just one long dream really. I have one more post and then will be way for month on holiday so the rest will be a special New Year treat for readers. Enjoy * Once they were out in the street he removed her blindfold saying, "I can't really have you travelling around with something as obvious as a blindfold on can I cunt, so take...
I met Adam my first week at college and he ignited what became a fixation for me - sex. I should preface this with the fact that I had had sex before, but it wasn't REAL sex. It was nice and proper sex. You know, the kind where boy kisses girl, fondles her a little, and then proceeds to get on top of her and thrust vigorously for a few minutes, get off, and...
I hope you enjoyed reading part 1 of my journal. If you haven't read part 1, I suggest you read it first as reading part 2 makes no sense if you haven't read the first part of my journal. If you have read part one, thanks you for reading it and wanting to continue reading the second part of my three part journal. Friday, June 17, 2011 Nothing special happ...
"Come on Adam, it'll be great," Ken cajoled. "You can go, I already told you that you don't need me there," Adam responded for the umpteenth time in two days. "I'm the new kid in town, I can't just show up uninvited, plus I won't know anyone there. You have to come with me." Ken pleaded in a whiney voice. "Fine," Adam said in defeat, his shoulders slumpin...
Adam wandered the kitchen, handling cutlery, saucepans, plates and mugs as he dried them off and placed them back into the cupboards. Katelyn stood behind him, working on a different surface as arranged the bouquet of flowers she had received from Adam earlier into a vase. Adam glanced across to his fiancée, admiring how her grey leopard print leggings accen...