This story occurred in 1977 during the time of Ian Smith and UDL. Those with whom this location is familiar will recognize the references. I was thirty four, in Southern Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe, living at the Ambassador hotel in the capital city of Salisbury, now Harare. At that time, Harare was the name of the settlement that had grown up on the southern...
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It was a pleasant late summer Saturday evening and I was sitting out on my front porch, enjoying a beer and my beautiful neighborhood. It's a well-established area, with older, quality homes with large lots. All built before the tract-home trend, no two alike. It is a mix of long-term folks with a spattering of younger families. I've lived here for about sev...
I'm going to die out here. Lieutenant Claire Gaynor sat back in the dark cockpit of her lifeless, Jaguar-Class Interceptor, staring through her helmet's visor and a cracked canopy into the void of Proxima Centauri. The blackness of space sparked with the remnants of a massive battle, and shattered ships and debris caught light from the system's red dwarf st...
Author's Note: This story is a continuation of my story "Samantha Comes to Office Hours," but can be enjoyed on its own as well. * For a long time after the incident in the office, I didn't hear anything from Samantha. I was quite relieved on the one hand; I didn't have to worry about my boss, Sophie Bettencourt, nosing about and catching us. But on the o...
A word about the series, unrequited love had always been one my favorite subjects. I guess that is because it appeals to both the romantic and compassionate parts of my personality. I really hate the idea that two people would suffer needlessly with happiness and fulfillment so close to them. The plot of each story attempts to place the central characters i...
Part One - Beginnings It had to happen one day I guess. I had such a collection of porn on my hard drive, that it was inevitable that one day my wife would stumble across it. It wouldn't have been so bad if it was average, everyday porn, but my collection consisted of more 'specialist' images. There were pictures of shemales with big hard cocks dressed in s...
Where do I begin with this? I really want to blame Bob for this entirely and it is certain and beyond any doubt, that he needs to carry some of the responsibility for this. After all, it really was his idea. Not that I am exactly free from sin, I have let my eyes and my thoughts wander about many times. I will admit to the occasional masturbation act using...
Padme's Story Part 2 Late that evening, before we went to our separate rooms we decided to have a very light snack and coffee. We were still feeling quite filled up from the multitude of food brought to our table. Inside my private territory I had a quick hot shower and put myself inside a cozy track suite. Padme came out of the room rolled up in a new ho...
Gwen picked her cell phone out of her handbag with the irritation she reserved for anything which interrupted her weekly shopping expedition, but her mood brightened when her friend of many years, Julie, came on the line, and suggested a coffee. She agreed readily. Half an hour later they were sitting outside the store enjoying a latte and a biscuit, chatti...