Copyright 2011 by madengineer3 This is based upon the true story of a friend of mine. Most of the major details are true. Enough has been changed to protect the identity of the people involved. * You could have called me a typical middle class man with some real emotional issues. My name is John, and I was working in a medium sized city as a "white collar...
Lynn and I are married and have been for 7 years. A second time for both. She's 45 and I'm 49 and we're both in good shape because we exercise regularly. It shows on Lynn because she has developed curves in all the right places. A 36-24-36 figure best describes my 5'6 Italian beauty with the best round ass I've ever seen. When she dresses up for a night...
The Next Day It seems like we had slept for ever, I woke wrapped in your arms warm, feeling safe and so satisfied the sunlight streaming in the large bedroom window, a slight flutter from the breeze making me shiver slightly from the crisp winter morning air. I cuddle closer and close my eyes wondering if this was a dream, am you really here with me? I feel...
Everyone in the world has their own personal brand of heroin. No matter who you are, what you believe, or how you think, you do. Now most people it isn't even an actual drug, just a craving, and an addiction they can't get rid of. And yes even I have a brand of heroin, for me it's a guy I've known for years. I know what you're thinking. But wait until you se...
It was seven-thirty and another Saturday night wedding reception. I play the sax. I'm probably good enough to almost have made the big time, but just NOT that well connected. This was a lively crowd and we had plenty of people dancing to our musical noise. I call it noise because we can't play our music; we have to play stuff that's been gathering dust in...
6 For the first time since I arrived in Yamaguchi, I took a long walk on the mountain. Without leaving the property of the Purification Temple, there's a walking trail that does a figure 8, passing by various houses and plenty of trees. And some large gardens, with women busily working among the beds of dark soil and healthy-looking plants. At the crossi...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17p: The Batting Order Ch. 16 Paul. What was happening over there? There was a lot of noise coming from the marquee. People were running inside it. I could see my parents. "There's a fight in the marquee." The fielder nearest to it called. He turned and talked to a couple of people for a few seconds. He came running into the...
Your hands grip my hips as I straddle you on the leather computer chair. They slowly explore the curves under the tight jeans I wore just to turn you on. Reaching to the back of me, your hands grab my ass and squeeze, pulling my whole body closer to you. My body gets warm and fidgety just thinking about those big hands, with thick, long fingers. That hungry...
I make my way through the airport terminal to baggage claim. I'm in a hurry as are the other passengers that await the arrival of their luggage. My thoughts are of you. Our last night together before I left on my trip-our argument. How silly it all seems now as I manage to maneuver myself into the perfect position to grab my bag off of the conveyer belt. I...
Maybe I should use a more provocative title like "I Am a Depraved Man" to make my thoughts appear intriguing and frank, suitable for the topic of sex in writing. Or perhaps, something steamy and titillating: "How I Raped My Sister"—mimicking true confession magazine headlines—more intimate and appropriate for the avid readers of EROTICA, the realm of fiction...