Story #1 - BLINDED PLEASURE All day you wondered what I was getting you for your birthday. We went out to dinner, came home, and went into our bedroom, and still I had not given you a present. I knew you were getting impatient, so I told you that it was now time. I brought out a box, you opened it and pulled out a blindfold. You asked why and I told you to...
In 2008, romantichica wrote an interesting story called Birthday Dinner. It was a good story, but it left the reader "up in the air" as to how the people in the story were ultimately affected. It seems that romantichica is no longer writing for this venue. That is our loss. She has not answered my correspondence asking for her permission to write an ending...
Beth looked surprised when she opened the door. She had been expecting her friends to show up for her birthday. Instead, there was a man standing there with a huge bouquet of balloons, a flat box and a smile on his face. "Happy Birthday!" Charlie Singer said as he handed her the box. "Thank you!" She said with a smile, but her excitement was for the ballo...
It has been some time since my last submission. Not that a few episodes haven't been worthy of writing for others to read, rather the simple fact nothing which inspired me to transcribe. Until this one... For Stacy's birthday, I got her a gift any mid 30's wife of 3 would want, a personal trainer. Before any of you say "how romantic" this was an agreed upon...
Author Notes: With my birthday in a couple of days (July 21), I've decided to do a story to honor the occasion. Everyone in this story is over the age of 18. No plagiarism or infringement is intended. Characters: Sean Jackson (age 32), African American, quiet, shy, can have a bit of a short fuse when irritated, otherwise smart and caring. Marisa Leipan (...
"'A surprise'? That's all?" Yes, that was all. In almost every respect he was a great boyfriend. Thoughtful and considerate, in and out of the bedroom (and many other places too). His thoughtfulness included, unfortunately, a propensity to - I don't want to say "hound" when it comes from such a good place - but dammit, that's what I mean. I've never had a b...
This is a continuation of my last story "I Travel from Mexico to Las Vegas." Please read it first so you can follow along in chronological order. Thanks for your views and votes. ***** For the first time in about a week, I woke up in a bed with only my fiancé and me in it. No Monica, no Lourdes, no Kayla. No Susan. Just Catherine. It was my birthda...
That day after a hard day at the office I walked in the front door to my apartment just as the phone rang. I rushed over to answer it; it was you calling to see if I was still up for you to come over for a "visit" I told you of course I was. You told me you would be here in about an hour before you hung up. I had enough time to eat a quick dinner and get rea...
Since we met in the summer, it was somehow appropriate, befitting to the season and to the warm temperatures that we should part in the summer. Only, this time, the weather had changed for the worst and there was a significant difference in the climate. Even though the day of our meeting and the day of his departure had similar temperatures approaching 90 de...
It was Sunday. John loved Sundays. Normally, on a Sunday, John remained in bed till late and screwed his wife Joan when she came up after finishing her morning chores. Then they showered together kissing and fondling each other and then went out to eat lunch. But this was not a normal Sunday. Today he had to go to the office to finish some urgent work. J...