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...
As the train chugged into the station, Amit surged forward. There was a big crowd and he did not want to miss his sister-in-law Anju who was arriving from Delhi to spend a fortnight with them. Amit and Anita had been married for ten years and Anju was younger than Anita by ten years. Since Anita was 33 Anju was now 23.He reached the compartment in which Anju...
I looked down at Amber as she held our daughter. The gambit of emotions as I gazed upon her, holding Anna, our fragile little daughter in her arms, was almost too much. I wanted to cry I was so happy, weep for all the problems I knew she would face in her life, dance that she was finally here, and go running up and down the halls screaming that I was a dad....
Chapter 2 of our Nude Summer ended in our apartment Jeanie and I occupied for the summer in Boulder, Colorado. We had quickly become exhibitionists after a daring romp through the building on laundry day. We put "all" our clothes through the washers that day, staying nude in the basement laundry room for the duration and didn't get dressed again until the ne...
In the morning, Sally opened her eyes and blinked sleepily. "Hi," I said. Her momentary confusion cleared, and she smiled. "I had the best night's sleep," she said. "I know I dreamed, but I can't remember what." I thought back to Tim's dreams, still not sure what they really meant. Sally pulled reluctantly out of my arms, and I sat up. "We'd better get...
Copyright 2017 Matt Nicholson. All rights reserved. Disclaimer - This story is as much extreme BDSM as it is fetish. And, yes, this kind of thing, with all the food and boob-biting and such, is wish-fulfillment at its finest. I make no claims otherwise. If you don't like reading about these kinds of fantasies, "Creme Brulee" won't be your cup of tea. If yo...
Mark couldn't wait to hear what his wife had to say about what had happened to her during this full week of work. He knew it must be fairly significant based on all the extended hours she had been working. He also had a feeling he was about to hear something fairly HOT due to all the buildup Teresa had given to it. His wife was not one for exaggerating, so M...
There is something romantic about the night time outdoors on a cruise ship and tonight wasn't any different. All six of us took turns holding one another's spouses. I'm sure anyone watching us probably thought we were crazy but so what? The question for the night was, who was going to pair up with whom this evening? As we pondered that question I asked if a...
Zoey sat in a quaint shop, a single cup of coffee before her. The table was small, adequate for two getting a drink or snack and not much else. Three others occupied the space around her, each with a single person sat at them. Behind the counter, the owner cleaned up or sampled her own product, giving a satisfied sigh with each intake. Several people passed...
(Based on a story that was in mimeograph circulation, under the counter, New York City in the early'60s) One The night I met Steve I knew there was something special about him I liked. "I just about always get what I'm after," he'd said with a smile. "Sometimes I have to work hard for it, but I get it." I don't remember how I happened to stop into th...