Tiger Tales The real story about Tiger Woods going out for a night on the town. Tiger alighted from the limousine with his two best friends, retired NBA stars, Michael Jordan and Charles Barkley. Michael and Charles were dressed in suits. Tiger wore a sport coat over his polo shirt with a baseball cap and dark glasses. Immediately, they were escorted in th...
I woke up out of a deep sleep, the pressure on my bladder almost unbearable. Quietly, so as to not disturb my wife, I slipped out of bed and padded down the hall to the bathroom. As I passed what seemed to be two gallons into the toilet I asked myself why I let myself drink so much beer so late in the evening. Especially, that now at fifty years old, it seem...
After graduation I moved to San Francisco to start my own company. Not knowing that one-day I would be wealthier than humanly possible. I graduated with a degree in computer science. After three years in business I had developed a computer program that when installed would manage all of a companies financial products. I sold off to a larger company and hit t...
The letter was waiting for me when I got home. She had left it for me in the one place she knew I would certainly find it: Taped to a beer bottle in the fridge. So, I grabbed the beer, tore off the letter, opened the bottle and went into the living room to settle down in my easy chair and read what she had to say. "Oh, Baby," it started. "I am so embarras...
I had worked at the university for a lot of years, and was no spring chicken at forty. My work frequently had me all over my department, doing all sorts of work, some of it fairly dirty. I tried to stay on good terms with the rest of the staff, including the custodial staff, particularly because I was prone to making messes when I worked on equipment. We h...
Please read Part I of The Scoutmasters Wife before reading this. It will make more sense and a more fulfilling reading experience. * * * * * I had a second window into the adult world that Saturday night. I had just experienced intimacy with an older woman, but now I had to make a difficult choice, the kind of choice adults often make. MaryAnn had called t...
Author's Note: This is a story about cuckolding and humiliation, so if you don't enjoy that, save your time and spare me more of those "He should kick her ass out and beat them all up with a baseball bat" emails. It is a story filled with stereotypes and cliches. It is not meant to be original, innovative, or sensual. It is meant to be nasty and exaggerated...
Dear Readers, As you will recall, Coops and I went into counseling many months ago. At the counselor's suggestion, we have admitted our little indiscretions to each other through diaries. It turns out that Coop had written of our earlier adventures and published them here. I am still in a little shock about that, but chose to respond in kind on this site un...
I am sitting on the side of my bed crying. Reflecting on what fifteen minutes of stupidity cost me. My story. I was married to a general contractor named Jim. My name is Harriet. I worked as an analyst for a big marketing firm in town. A new department head was transferred from another branch of the firm. His name was Marty. He was cute, funny, social an...
"BOTTOMS UP!!!" We all shouted in unison and downed the fifth round of shots that night. The tequila burned my throat and the fumes almost seemed to come out my nostrils. I sucked on the lemon and winced at its tartness. "Well done, Janu." Abir leaned in, squeezed by shoulder and rubbed my back. I giggled. I looked up and saw my friend Kriti looking at me...