It rained so hard on the Saturday of the Christmas Party, I was unable to play my usual round of golf; so stayed at home all day idly watching porn on the internet; while my wife was at work. Amber arrived home at six in a very excited mood, so I poured us each a large glass of wine before we got dressed for the evening ahead. I don't believe I've ever bee...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fictional story involves scenes of extramarital and unprotected sex. If that's not your thing, please move on to something more to your taste. Civil comment welcome "I promise I'll be back in a few hours, I won't stay long." "But you're on vacation," she objected. "Honey, you know that I'm never really on vacation," I reminded her....
The drive is quiet and it passes quickly, and you arrive at our home around 10 o'clock under a clear sky and twinkling stars. He's dressed in jeans and a blue tie-dye t-shirt and a soft blue denim long sleeve shirt, and he welcomes you at the gate with a small, very warm, cup of Irish breakfast tea, and he leads you inside. The house is lit with candles, so...
All day long as Jasmine and George did chores, her mind wandered to her bath and Jim. It really excited her to recall him outside of her window the night before. The glimpse of him reflected in the mirror masturbating while she did the same thing made her lust for him! Should she call him? She wanted to, but could she really do it? The sexual tension was bui...
The last thing she wanted them to know was that she liked it, too. She kept a blank face and a professional demeanor, but the truth was, she liked to be watched. Alayna especially the blatant ones, like this one. She could feel his eyes on her, even though she was facing the other way, dusting a bookshelf. She knew that once she turned around, he would be s...
John woke and started to turn over, then realized he couldn't. His arms were over his head, his wrists bound together with a silk tie, which was wrapped around the brass headboard. He was a prisoner! He looked around the dark bedroom, trying to see his Roxie, but he didn't find her. Suddenly, he heard the scrape of a match and saw the flame illuminating her...
They walked through the woods with a comfortable ease, their arms lightly around each other, belying the reality that they had only met that morning. Despite that, they knew each other better than if they'd had a year's worth of vanilla dates, and their knowledge of each other was so much more intimate than that of "normal" couples. The brushing of arms agai...
Michelle always liked the process, the rhythmic movements, uniforms if there were uniforms, anything involving people systematically performing a task. From watching her high school band doing its routine, to the military drill teams marching along in a parade in Washington, DC. From movies showing assembly line workers building the old model T to a more rec...
I arrived at the Free Press, self-proclaimed New York Times of the Bayou, during the oil boom of the '70s when cash was abundant and apartments not so much. Rents, of course, were unaffordable. Jean-Paul Gelpi came to my rescue with a two-room garage apartment next to his two-room garage apartment atop George Lasseigne's 356 Porsche Speedster – the whole gar...
Another Dream "What's that?" You ask, handing me a mint as we walk down the path. We stop and listen for a few seconds. Then we hear it again...above the sound of the wind in the trees, and the nearby sound of falling water...some kind of motor. "It sounds like a tractor" I answer. Down in this hollow, it's hard to tell which direction it's coming from. Q...