The Magician The Magician is experiencing the establishment of his own identity through his own creativity and capabilities. . . .The Magician signifies originality and creativity. (Stewart Kaplan, Tarot Classic) You are able to master new situations, take positive action, and focus your attention to realize your potential. Making good use of available eq...
A month had gone by before I saw Marcia again, I bumped into her at the grocery store. I saw her pushing a cart down an aisle, she was wearing a very short skirt revealing her sexy legs. I could not resist and quietly walked up behind her, reached under her skirt and rubbed her ass. Not surprising, her ass cheeks were bare and I quickly slipped a finger betw...
People called it the glory hole for many reasons, mostly because of the anonymous orgasms it allowed. A man could go into a urinal or a video booth and stick his cock through the hole. Someone on the other side serviced it for him. Once he had come, he was free to reciprocate or go on about his business. It wasn’t mandatory to return the favor. The people w...
This is a chapter in a fifteen-chapter novella, and each chapter is dependent on the one that precedes it. It is best to read them in order. ***** And we hurried into the backyard, naked and oily, my hand in his. He walked me on to the grass. The rain was less than a drizzle, but more than a mist. The air was warm. There was no breeze. The grass tickled...
Susan did not even wait to be introduced. She looked lovely in a floral gown and she kicked off her shoes and caught hold of Charlie’s massive dong. She grasped it in both hands and lifted her gown. She had no panties on and her groin was filled with dense pubic hair. "I want to feel that cock inside me now," she said, grabbing hold of it and guiding it to h...
It was tough for me to get used to the idea of being single again after 22 years of marriage. At my age, it wasn’t easy to find female companionship -- at least the kind that I wanted. Sure, there were a couple of gold-diggers. I mean, I wasn’t rich, but I was pretty well-fixed. I had no mortgage on my home, no car payments or other serious bills, and a cons...
JOHN’S STORY Sort of strange, now that I look back on it, at the signs, I should have known from the start. Leah and I had married 12 years ago, I was 32, she was 28. We’d both been around the block a few times. We said we knew what we wanted, said it was each other, and meant it, at least I did, and I honestly believe she did, at the time. Leah is often m...
Fantasy 2: BRIDAL SUITE Arnold Craven was facing out through the big window of his Manhattan office, speaking on his cell phone when his pal Johnny Olron strode in. Turning, Arnold finished the call to welcome Johnny whom he was eager to see. “Johnny!” “How’s it hanging old fart?” Johnny said in his standard greeting. “Still tight.” Both laughed aloud....
Fantasy 1: Underneath The Mango Tree Arnold Craven drove his rented BMW in the streets of London out to find that Madame Gypsy Rose’s address that his pal Johnny Olron gave him. He turned left to a narrow street called Dean driving slowly as he scoured the building establishments. Finally he spotted the place. It was a jazz pub called Al-Grozo with Egyptia...
I dropped Ellen off at her place and drove into my garage. The house was empty so I grabbed a beer and turned on the TV. I was amused to see that the Red Sox had pounded the Yankees last night. I wondered if that would dampen Sue’s party any. With that thought Sue came into the room. She was still wearing the outfit she wore to host the game for Jerry. She l...