I didn’t get a chance to see Eric at all during the next day at college. Somebody told me they thought he had to go on a personal errand at lunchtime, so I had lunch with Eudora, Christa, and Krista. I know, I know, but I’m not making this shit up. I had two friends named Christa and Krista. Krista, you already know about, and Christa was a nineteen year old...
"Your coffees," announced the waiter as he delivered Mark's espresso and two trim latte's, one for his wife Tonia, and one for their friend Michelle. Mark and Tonia had been married for three years, and were still in love as much as when they exchanged vows. Recovering from the interruption, Michelle continued recounting the story she was dying to finish r...
I was surprised at how entertaining this evening was turning out to be. My friend Sara had dragged me along to the Game Club's RPG night. "Role Playing Game" in this context has nothing to do with improvisation, and very little to do with sex. It involved adults sitting on couches around a table pretending to be cyberpunk space elves or something like that,...
In the car, all was quiet. No one spoke. The chauffeur watched the road., both his hands on the wheel. Hedda Branchbaum, wife of Right wing broadcaster Swift Branchbaum for five months now, sat in the back seat of Branchbaum's Bentley Mulsanne. She was quiet, her back stiff, her stance upright, her eyes focused on the shaved neck of Moses Williams, the cha...
Helen had been my girlfriend for eight years. We had both divorced our previous partners when we were in our late thirties and had met each other through an internet dating site. Helen lived in a small village in Cornwall in a house that her wealthy parents had bought her. Her mother Barbara disliked me intently and had done so since the first day we had met...
I love my husband, and he loves me. He knows my needs and how they have to be met. Chances are I've fucked your husband if you live in my town. I've fucked a lot of husbands. I've fucked brothers and sons and uncles and big men, small men, a lot of men. Mostly I'd really love to fuck one man— my husband—but that can't happen. He and I have four children; l...
This story is dedicated to the brave men and women of the United States armed services who are defending freedom at home and abroad. ^ ^ ^ ^ Her fingers were beating a steady tattoo on the steering wheel as she sat in the minivan at the light. She was waiting to turn left onto the access road that would take her to the airport and a rendezvous with her hus...
Painted toenails always make me horny. There is just something about women and painted toenails. I don't have a foot fetish; I'm not really attracted to feet or legs. But I just love painted toenails. The red painted toenails belonged to my wife's goddaughter and she strolled into the back yard and sat down onto the lounge. Let me back up a bit. I was in t...
Jim and Laura had celebrated their 40th wedding anniversary with two glasses of wine, a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then the night ended the same as it always did, with TV and Laura going to bed about nine o'clock, which she did most nights. Jim was left with the thought that maybe on a special occasion such as this, he would make love to his wife of...
Ch. 01 The story of a priest The church was designed in 1959...and the nameless Catholic Architect, inspired by Rennie Mackintosh and the Arts and Crafts movement has slipped to obscurity; but his legacy is a fine and noble structure, genuflecting to C.R.M's prodigious talent. Sculpted into the hillside, on the outskirts of the city, this faux whitestone m...