The cold wind whipped at me as I walked up the street, Kindle in hand, only vaguely aware of my surroundings. I had just left the office and was heading back to my car, parked a few blocks away, and beginning to regret not bringing an umbrella as the rain started to fall. Regretfully I closed the Kindle's cover to protect it. As I looked up my eyes were dr...
A young couple explore the swinging world. To those Millennials or Gen xers, this story is from back in the Stone Age, pre ubiquitous cell phones, internet, e-mail and google. Communications was by home phones and snail mail, maybe even a telegram. I used to take one hour train to work every day from suburbia to a metropolitan city. My routine was to read...
I woke the next morning to sunshine pouring in through the window in my bedroom. And I was alone. Peter was up. With the kids I hoped. I actually felt good for the first time in a week. The worst week of my life. I did not know what the future was going to bring yet, but this morning I felt good and it was so great to have that feeling, I did not want any...
In the deep woods beyond the corner house, a lone owl cried out in the night. On soundless wings it emerged from the shadows, swooping with terrible precision on a bounding, too-slow rabbit. In an instant, the owl altered its flight and rose again, its talons sunk deep into the flesh of the still-jerking rabbit. The talons closed, crushing the victim; twice...
I sat in the big arm chair, washed up and dressed in a hotel dressing gown. The whisky went smoothly down my throat. It was an all right room, not my usual standard, but the room was big, as was the bed, and it was anonymous. Two nights, paid by cash. I wondered if she would show. It was a big step I'd asked of for one so young, but I was pretty certain sh...
About midmorning on the Thursday prior to Memorial Day weekend a few years ago, Sam eased his car out of his driveway and went to pick up his friend Bill. The plan was for the pair to get to Bill's cabin in the mountains and open it up for the summer season. Their wives, Susan and Laurie, would be coming up Saturday morning, by which time the guys would have...
Chapter 5 Reinvestment and training Liza and Val had arrived in my house together, at the front door by ten in the morning. We reviewed the travel arrangements to the airport—I was leaving at the same time so we would share a ride. I had some notes from the Prince about their clothing and such things they would likely wish to have along, like garters and s...
To My Mentor: I remember our first night like it was yesterday ~~All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and are willing participants the activities which make us this story. I broke this story down into multiple pieces not because it made sense that way, it was to keep the segments short enough to post without have a story spanning a dozen pag...
*For continuity you may read the Gail stories by date in the Loving Wives section. If you have not read a previous posting I’ll tell you what we look like. Firstly, this is all real. I’m 5’10, just turned 32, brown hair and eyes and in reasonably trim shape. I met my wife while in university and we are married eight years now. Gail is exceptionally beautiful...
He walked into the house, and I could see on his face that he wasn't pleased. "Everything ok?" I asked, and he shook his head curtly. I shut up. Not a good thing to talk when his temper was ignited. I watched him throw his keys and backpack on the table, pull out a soda, and take a few huge gulps before putting the cold can to his forehead. There was a glow...