This is Part II of a story that began with "First Wednesday Night". I'm new at this, and would love feedback and comments. * We got up and straightened out the mess -- tossed the used condoms in the bathroom trash, cleaned ourselves up, made the bed. I put on my pants and a t-shirt, and Kerry put her robe back on. We called a local Mediterranean place an...
In December, 1969, the Rolling Stones toured the USA. Yes, the Rolling Stones, as in the Silver Rolling Stones, if you are that old. I had been a fan of the Stones since I was fourteen years old, and I had never seen them play. More so, I was a big fan of rock music, and I attended every possible concert that I could attend. But my favorite rock band, the St...
"Sit, pig." The man's voice was flat and firm. The woman he was speaking too, however, was no pig. She was surprisingly slender, wearing a floral print dress that accentuated the nice curves of her hips and high heeled sandals with cork wedges that made her legs look longer. Dark hair cascaded down her back. The only thing out of place was the leash connect...
I stepped out into the warmth of the sun – it was a wonderfully fine summer's day, one of those stinking hot days we can get in England every few summers, or so. I was wearing a brief little black thong, and I arranged a large beach towel on the recliner, and moved it to face the sun. On the little wooden table I placed my suntan lotion, then a sheaf of pap...
When my wife and I got married, she was a virgin. Everything we did in the bedroom was new to her and slow going. She wouldn't let me play with her pussy for a long time; she wouldn't get on top during sex. She wouldn't let me rub her ass for very long and oral sex was a big no-no. She was fine with walking around naked; she likes to see me get hard watching...
The boat planed as Dan opened the throttle up. It was a beautiful day for fishing -- sunny and clear. The mild temperature made the breeze that now rushed past the three people in the boat a little cool. Charlotte's braless nipples stood up promptly with the chill. It made her a little self-conscious in front of Jeremy, the friend they'd invited along. But s...
Tracy saw the note and the rose propped up against it the second she got home. She knelt down to pick them up, fascinated. She opened the door, distracted now; she shoved her few groceries into the fridge and sat down on her bed, kicking off her shoes. It read: "The limousine will pick you up at 6 p.m. Be wearing that sexy little black dress -- the way that...
Jack and Debbie were walking at the water's edge, furtively holding hands as always, the damp sand cool and mushy between their bare toes. They talked inconsequentially of this and that, of school, of Jack's latest fishing trip, of the rock bands they admired. Occasionally Jack cast a sidelong glance at Debbie's cute profile, but the girl appeared not to not...
You reach a point in your life when you feel that you need to document some of the events which have shaped your relationship and family. I am at that point and I wondered whether I could tell you about my wife, Kelly. We are now both in our late 30s and 40s and have had the odd chat about whether we would try a more open relationship but it isn't for us. W...
(alt version of Underground) The journey to Zander was hot and humid. The dry, brittle dirt path was warm under Leslie Chang's bare feet as she continued her trek under the scorching sun. She stopped to drink water from her bottle, and to wipe the sweat off her face and neck with a towel. She was a tall Asian woman with a curvy, muscular build, and had...