I woke up in my own bed. Unfortunately I had to go to school really early. On my way to train and on the train too all I could think of was last evening with the most amazing woman I have ever met. In year 2000 one woman told me how his boyfriend could make her enjoy sex 1000 times more I ever could. Knowing my own skill and toughness of my cock I didn't ag...
Breakfast next morning with Gloria was a sumptuous affair—eggs, bacon, pancakes, roasted potatoes, and sundry other accountrements. They were all sated by the end of the meal and didn't feel inclined to do much of anything except reflect on how contented they all were. While Dale went up to shower and the two women were in the kitchen cleaning up, Gloria d...
This is the story of how, as a man of 63, desperate and bereft after my wife died, I was eventually was solicited by and paid our 22-year old neighbor for sex. It's a story that in some ways is pathetic, but to me it's also erotic. I'll tell you right now that I came to love her, even though I don't think she ever loved me. She had affection for me, and I th...
I was working in my office – I had just received the reviews on one of the research papers that I had submitted a couple of months ago. In general, the comments were positive; two reviewers and the editor were praising our work; only pointed out some textual details. However, the third reviewer was extremely annoying – no question who this reviewer was......
Author's ed. notes: This story is a sequel/continuation of "From Russia with Love." I strongly recommend you read that first. The primary characters and story theme are developed there. Also, part of prologue and primary character introductions from "From Russia with Love" are repeated here, along with a few paragraphs from the end of that story to provide...
Copyright © 2018 by Richard Gerald I promised this story to Randy Black for her Sharing and Caring day, but I found myself in the hospital at the end of November. I've been furloughed out until the end of December, so I took the opportunity to finish this before I spend another week getting woken every four hours and turned into a pin board. I tried to f...
Chapter 2 The offer of truth With Veronica promising me that nothing is was going on between her and Reg, and with me of course trusting her implicitly, we did continue to play or little bedroom game that evolved into us having shared fantasies of her fucking Reg... However, included with this pillow talk came the added, and new element of my being smalle...
Author's note: This story contains several anti-gay slurs. This is not meant to insult anyone, but they are necessary for the telling of this tale. I hope that the reader can see past any offense he might take, and understand why they are integral to the story. ***** There he sat, all alone. In a cafeteria full of other college students, he remained all al...
"Sienna?" she heard Darren say behind her. She wiped her mouth and stood up. "Yes, oh, I'm okay. Funny, they call it morning sickness, even though it lasts all day sometimes," she said, with a weak laugh, which then faded into more tears. "Come on, I'll take you to your dad's," Darren replied, as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her to his...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....