Now, gentle reader, you will have been wondering what our pair of scholars will be asked to learn? Ironic isn't it that our two anthropologists—people who are to teach the rest of us about the cultures of the world—are themselves made to be students. As the field notes indicate, both Professor Winderly and doctoral candidate Doume' were directed by King Mo...
The wife is enjoying herself over dinner, looking at her instagram feed or twitter feed or something. Her mind is only half on her food. My mind is fully on her food, because most of my dinner derives from her food and has yet to arrive on my plate. I'm hungry, but she probably had a big business lunch. I've had a busy day shopping. I bought the hand tied sa...
(This story is derived from "Albert's Letters", a fantastic story by "Softly" about a woman on an exclusive chartered cruise filled with horny women and hugely endowed men. This story has enthralled me and I have masturbated profusely to this story while reading it. I asked the author's permission to "join" this pleasure cruise, and "Softly" has been graciou...
She had a wide eyed look of surprise on her face when she greeted me at the door, I was there unannounced and holding a box that was beautifully wrapped in silver foil and a large gold metallic ribbon and bow. Her name was Kathleen and we had been on our second "date" a few days earlier. The first date had been a blind date arranged by a mutual female frie...
My wife of thirty plus years and I started playing some card games that led to more tantalizing games to a game of poker that has continued for years with some amazing stakes. Some years back it all started out tame enough but over the years our stakes have become real kinky. We both really love the excitement and this has added a new dimension to our lives...
The following is written in multiple first person point of view. The characters speak, not me. It is fiction, intended to entertain. If it doesn't, by all means erase, exit or otherwise eliminate it from your life, as is your right. If I offend or disturb you in anyway, I am sorry, for that is not my intention. If by chance, I make you smile, or maybe wiggle...
Sunday, after Persephone and Jocelyn had accomplished whatever weekend tasks that needed to be done, they went out to eat together, and went to the movies. In the darkened theater, they leaned against one another, and held hands. It was a wonderful evening. On the way back to Persephone's home, they agreed that Jocelyn would virtually 'move in' and stay over...
Of course I always knew such things were wrong, in both a moral and a legal sense, strange then that neither of these factors managed to stop me. I had thought, or perhaps the correct term would be fantasised, about just this sort of thing for a long time indeed. It took two major changes in my life however to see the fantasy realised. Whether that is a good...
Lady Elaine was the 7th story I wrote. It was a story I wrote for an English lady who used to be from nobility but her family lost their status due to a scandal. She fantasized about the estate she would have lived on as she passed by it every day. I miss you Elaine! "I love you. I need you. But I can never marry you." I had been working on the estate si...
Priscilla was looking forward to her son's annual scout retreat. She had planned on sending him off and having a weekend to herself. She was stunned when she learned that her son had volunteered her to be a scout mom for the retreat. "I'm not going to go with you son. It's a retreat for scouts. I'm not a scout," Priscilla told her son. "Aww, but Mom! You h...