Bob and Tricia are a new couple in our neighbourhood. They moved in a few weeks back. They're somewhat younger than me, both being in their early twenties, but a nice enough couple. Except for one little problem. Tricia can't stand the sight of me. Not my fault, I assure you, totally not my fault. Let me tell you what happened. Shortly after they moved in...
I was driving along the highway when I saw your car on the side of the road. Steam was coming from under the hood so it was obvious what had happened. I didn't see you and Mike until I was a little further along. I saw the two figures walking and figured it had to be you. I pulled along side and asked if you were having fun. "My fucking car," was all you sa...
It started out as one of those mistakes. We had gone to the beach for our anniversary and requested our special room at the motel, the one where we had spent a beautiful and very hot weekend on our first anniversary. It is not the nicest hotel in Cape May but it was a short walk to the beach, and it was our motel. I checked us in and was handed a key. We wen...
Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains "Kay, Frankie! Where are you?" At the sound of Gloria Bobar's voice, both Frankie and Kay sat bolt upright in bed. "My God! It's your mother!" Kay whispered, "Get dressed, Frankie! We...we can't let her catch us like this!" Frankie was off the bed, tugging on his jean shorts before she finished speaking...
One of the elements of my life that had been, for so long, a thorn in my side recently has been resolved. You see, I am a doleramancer, or in the vulgar argot, a practitioner of pain magick. While theories on pain magick vary, I personally see it as what happens when sex magick grows up and gets nasty. To put it simply, the fuel for my most powerful works of...
"Mayday! Mayday! We're losing power! Mayday!" It was tense in the chartered Twin Otter, a reliable aircraft that had flown many similar routes in its life. This flight was taking it over the vast Landes forest on the way from San Marino to the beaches at Mimizan on the Gold Coast of France. But the Atlantic was still a long way off. Here there were only tre...
Enchanted Twelve: Mandy and Millay Ch. 3 By Deathlynx Prince Beryl virtually cowered in the corner of the clearing. It wasn't that he was truly afraid of prince Jerov, simply that it was much easier to deal with the smaller man's temper by simply avoiding it. Too often, the target of man's rage became a person who crossed his path rather than the one who ca...
When Becky found out about (and read) my account of her and Sam's erotic adventure, she asked me if I would be interested in writing about the events which lead up to her starring role. Since one of my greatest turn-ons is listening to my girlfriends tell me all the delicious details of their sensual exploits, I immediately agreed. I hope the following turns...
The little town where I was raised is located in the beautiful hills and valleys of western Pennsylvania. The scenery is gorgeous, especially in autumn when colors burst from the trees before the onset of winter's chill. It was Amish country. A few decades ago it wasn't uncommon to see them in their horse and buggy taking fresh corn and other vegetables to t...
This contribution of mine is an attempt by me to raise some of the very important issues raised by many of the Loving Wives tales. Before I discuss more general areas, it is appropriate that I place before you details of my own martial situation that have motivated me to comment on these issues. When I decided to marry my wife it was because of my unconditi...