I guess it started when my wife's best friend, Cyndy, was getting divorced after over 17 years of what had been a semi-rocky marriage. We'd been close with both of them for years and the details as they came out were distressing. Both sides were complaining about their sex life, or lack thereof. You can figure out which was which! We remained on good terms w...
A few years back, I was on a dating site. It was the new way to meet people and I decided to make a profile and see what would happen. I had a few bites, went on a few dates, used a few men and within a few weeks, I was beginning to get bored with it all. I found people so shallow and repetitive and they had absolutely no imagination. I changed my profile...
[This is another tribute to Star Trek, starting where the first story left off. I have borrowed unashamedly from the original episode "City in the Sky", because Leonard Nimoy has such a memorable line in that episode. I have also borrowed from E E Smith's classic "Lensman" series of sci-fi books – and see if you can spot where I have saluted "Barbarella" and...
****All characters in this story are at least 18 years old and have given consent for the story to be told.**** My name is Vanessa and my husband's nickname is Bruiser, but professionally he goes by his given name of Bruce. Bruiser is a hottie. He is 45, but has kept himself in great shape. We both workout at least three times a week and it shows! His san...
I dialed the phone number on Master Black's profile page the line rang twice before someone answered. "Hello, John speaking." "Is Master Black there?" I asked. "This is he. Who are you?" "I am Bob, Donna's husband. You sent me an email expressing your interest in dating my wife." "Oh, hello Bob, it's so nice of you to call. How are you feeling today?"...
My first time happened back in 1969. My wife, Cheryl, and I were living in Ndola, in Zambia, where I worked on a copper mine. There was no TV out there, and very little in the way of a social life, aside from the local recreational club, which nearly all the expatriate community belonged to. We had a fine life out there: lots of sunshine, a good wage, and f...
I read a lot of stories that the author calls TRUE or BASED ON TRUE INCIDENTS. All the incidents in the story actually took place although the timeline may have been altered a bit for effect. Enjoy! Lily was an intern of mine. And, during the time we had worked together, my wife and I had become acquainted with her socially. She had an effervescent personal...
Sam has been my friend for years, I guess that I have known her longer than almost anyone. We met on the first day of Middle school; both of us were put in Mr. Moore's form class. From that first day we were inseparable. We went through high school together, passed our A-Levels in the same sixth form college and then went onto different Universities, the cho...
I woke up, the light of the morning sun warming the fur of my face. The scent of lilac and musk tickled my sensitive nostrils. I stretched out underneath the soft coverlet and hugged my pillow closely, pricking up my ears and listening for sounds of any nearby activity. I caught the faint murmur of voices below me and recognized them as belonging to my two n...
By the time we returned to town, we were starving. We found a quaint café the locals recommended to us. After a short wait, we were lead to a table and sat down. Our waitress approached the table to introduce herself. It just so happened that she was a stunning Asian girl with a body like my wife and long black hair. She brought us water and menus and said s...