Note- Set in the year 2025 and featuring the characters of Gerry Anderson from his puppet tv shows made in the sixties. * "My Lady, I have 'Brains' here to see you." Aloysius 'Nosey' Parker, genial butler and chauffeur to Lady Penelope Creighton Ward, stood in the doorway of the large study. Beside him was a short man in a tweed suit and very big eyeglas...
He awoke with a dry mouth, sensing something was different here in his private cell. The air was naturally humid which he didn't mind and the only light came from a low wattage bulb near the wooden stairway. On the queen sized mattress, sans sheets, he rolled over onto his side, the soreness from the previous night apparent but fulfilling. Like scattered cl...
"Damn it, who's the fool who forgot to shovel the frigging store entrance?" I said to myself as I got up. You see, I slipped on a freshly fallen patch of snow as I walked into the Walmart located at the heart of Nepean, Ontario. That's what I get for wearing my steel-toe boots on the day of a major snow storm. Winter is here, and like a lot of people in Cana...
A couple of days after Lisa and I went to Plato's, I got a call in the morning from Robert, the manager who I made arrangements at the club that allowed Lisa to live out her fantasy about being fucked by the four black men with big cocks. After we exchanged pleasantries, he asked me how the night went. I told him that everything was perfect and I thanked hi...
Four I laid the blanket down by the back edge, wishing the dim lights above us were the stars. She sat down, folding her knees, and straightened her dress. I sat opposite as she started to unpack her bag. She drew out a square package and two plastic boxes. I was opening the wine as she got to her knees to lay things out. The package was sandwiches with a...
My wife of six years, Sharon, was a marvelous lover. We had had two children, who were, at the time of this story, ages five and four. She had regained much of her voluptuous, Reubenesque figure. Sex was fun. We tried new things. Even though I traveled perhaps five days out of each month, the days I was gone were rarely more than two at a time, so we had sev...
Methinks I have mentioned from time to time the existence of The Little Sketching Group (LSG). The LSG was formed just after the turn of the century by my photographer friend Harry and consists mostly of older males and a few females, many of whom are customers of Harry's photography business. The LSG was seen to be necessary because though the local Newbury...
At the beginning of term in Oceanview U., California, my best friend Satomi told me she was planning to take an anthropology course. I went to the first few classes with her to see what it was like. It was kind of interesting. In one class, the prof talked about how anthropologists tell the difference between people from different parts of the world, using t...
It's the strangest feeling driving a train at night. In the cab up front with the lights off, you can see the world and nobody is looking at you. Even if they weren't distracted by the huge train you're driving, with darkness enveloping the cab you are practically invisible. Private yet public. I've been driving trains for about a year now. Started as an en...
Prelude My name is Debbie Taylor. Jim and I have been happily married for thirteen years. I'm a thirty-five-year-old attractive house wife that recently had an amazing sexual awakening. I went to a local photographer's studio for some 'boudoir' photos. These are the type of spicy bedroom photos that a couple can keep and look back on in their older years. T...