It was a quarter to 3 in the morning. Harris Craig, early morning TV anchor in Kansas City, was sitting nude at her bedroom vanity. She was getting ready for work. She leaned into the lights around the mirror, stretched her neck and gently ran a hand from her chin down her throat to her collarbones. She was looking at the distinctive bruising: a thumb shap...
I own a specialty women's apparel store in Dallas called Les is Mor. It's a play on the old Bauhaus/Mies van der Rohe design adage that Less is More, but with the spelling its message dictates. It also reflects the kind of clothing I sell. As applied to the female figure, Les cover is Mor interesting. Mor exciting. Mor tantalizing. Mor arousing. I don't carr...
Anna sought me out at the end of the day on Monday. She was worried about me. I needed time to reflect, but I didn't think that my mind was going to change. - "Why don't you come over, Saturday night? Let me make a meal for you." I suggested. - "You don't have to do that." she said. Anna seemed a bit uneasy. Was she that afraid of my cooking? It was only l...
"Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, and some violent situations. In addition, all characters in any sexually explicit conduct are over the age of eighteen (18) years at the time this story was written." (Many thanks for your comments and votes throughout the year. Happy Holidays!) * Trish asked me to come to Diane...
Chapter 1 My free fall into a lifetime of infidelity began two nights before my wedding. After the rehearsal dinner, the wedding party went back to my wife's brother's house to party. That's when the booze really started flowing, the hash and marijuana were broke out and everyone began getting drunk and stoned. My wife's cousin who wasn't much of a drinker...
Author's Note: I've called the seniors' retirement community in this story simply The Home, a name that I didn't want to use because of its connotations of involuntary confinement of the mentally unfortunate. But I was afraid that if I called it by any appropriate name that might occur to me - The Oaks, Sunshine Acres, Leisure Lodge, etc. - I'd run the risk...
"Don't worry about it" the young blonde woman said as the older man rolled off her naked body muttering. "Fuck it, I'm sorry Sammi." "Bob it doesn't matter, please don't beat yourself up. It's only a fuck." They had been in bed for an hour or so. The fifty seven year old married man had made the twenty four year old single girl cum three times; once with...
In the days following my morning tryst with Felicity, I had managed to avoid seeing her. I was unsure how she would feel; now I had invaded the sanctity of her marital bed. "If only Melissa had been up for a full night of passion, I wouldn't have had the urge to go to Felicity the next morning," was how I rationalised the matter. By Saturday morning I had...
Daisy stood at the edge of the sand and let her eyes roam the beach. She had a beach bag over one shoulder and a towel in her hand. The day before she had worn the towel so it covered her from above her breasts to mid thigh. Today she wore a new sarong that rode low on her hips and brushed the top of her feet as she walked. The side slit showed a flash of le...
This is stroke story of how a husband took control of his family after being hosed in a divorce. ***** The phone was ringing... Shit, who would be phoning me at seven on a Saturday morning? I cocked one eye open and peeked at the caller ID. It was my home number, or what used to be my home number. "Dad?" "Yeah, Jason, waddaya want?" "Dad, mom needs your...