Cynthia Jamison and I were entering a new dimension in our relationship. We had been married for eighteen years, and mostly faithful throughout. I had strayed at about the eight year point, when I was traveling a lot in South East Asia; it was a year late for the seven year itch, and I was traveling for my company, and setting up foreign manufacturing facili...
I got in to Hanoi on Monday morning, having taken an overnighter from Delhi to Bangkok and then up to Hanoi. It was August 2013, the rainy season with the morning temperature at 26 degrees celsius. It had been a sleepless night with moments of somnambulant drift; visions of the last couple of days with my Indian maid, Sunita. It had been a difficult parting;...
Author's note: As you might guess from the delay, I struggled with this chapter. Mucho re-writes. It didn't occur to me that five-way sex would be virtually impossible to write in an intimate way. I ended up settling for what a friend rather accurately called "interesting in parts." C'est la vie. I just can't wrestle with this chapter anymore. Later chapters...
The Headmaster Ritual (2) Friday, 24 May Portia hunted through her drawers frantically. "Hey, have either of you taken any of my clothes?" she snapped, addressing the other two girls in her dorm. Tara and Lizzy both shook their heads as they got dressed. "Why, what's wrong?" Tara asked, a concerned look clouding her pretty face as she brushed her hair....
I'm the guy in the background most of the time. I'm nothing special. That's not to say I'm not valuable. I'm not dumb. I'm a problem solver. I've got talents too. I paint. I cook. I ski. I climb mountains. I grow my own roses and vegetables. And I play guitar. But I never sold my paintings. I paint for my own relaxation. I only cook for myself at home, but...
Second Comings Part I: August Jordan Secord had, like so many professors in this day and age, managed to avoid a tenure tracked position at any reputable university with a breathtaking adroitness that had left his many peers dumbfounded. How could an intellect so curious, a historian and practitioner of American foreign policy of such wide achievement not...
Oh My God...have I died and gone to heaven? The girl, still wearing her school uniform, was stood on my front doorstep; the girl of my hot, illicit dreams. Given the age gap between us, many people would have said my fixation on her was a perversion, but I didn't think so! She spoke, but I was so taken aback by her being there that my brain didn't register...
Tara has been extolling the virtues of Ravi’s fucking dick for ever. Over two years, I have heard the story from my elder sister and later dreamt that some day my chosen lover will fuck the shits out of me. Having said that, what can a young Indian woman do of her own?? Aggressively look for a sex partner? That is demeaning. All she can do is regularly mast...
I'm not gay (laughing), with that said, I have seen some very good looking, uh, guys. Okay, go ahead and laugh. You see, toward the end of this past summer (August 2011), my wife and I visited an old friend of mine in Pattaya, Chon Buri, Thailand. He's a former Navy Seal. I'm a former Army Ranger assigned to SOG when we met and never mind how we met, that op...
Part experience, part imagination, a lot of observation and a lot of viewing of voyeur videos. All expressing in my word, my particular likings * "That's more my style Peppe," I chortled, nodding with my eyes, across the glitzy foyer of the Hotel Mercure Golf Cap D "Agde. "But Meester D -- a granny?" he quizzed with eyes wide, looking up from the newspap...