My husband, Bob, had just retired, he was now sixty-five, I had just turned fifty-nine, I had under a year to go, and I would be sixty. Bob was an excellent Architect; he had his own practice which he had just sold. We were comfortably off. Bob was a reserved, soft-spoken man. His work had been his life. We had two children, Robert, who was thirty-five and...
Chapter Three: An Offer Hard to Refuse In the first two chapters, we learned that Eve lost her teaching job and found a new career in the adult film industry. She stared in her first full length porn flick called "Daddy Knows Best" and is back home from the Caribbean. Let's check in with her now to see how she is doing after the video's release. The most d...
Susan stretched out on the couch, put her book to the side, and flexed her toes. She admired the taunt muscles of her legs and realized for the first time that the happiness of her new life was beginning to assert itself. She watched the snow filter down through the pines outside the window of her home. Her self-image was healthy and her confidence was found...
Michael had always been a loner. He was the definition of tall dark and handsome. His rugged features always lead women to be curious about him every time he walked into a room. His brown hair brushed the tops of his shoulders and his deep smoky colored eyes seemed to burn into a person. He had a fairly nice body with a bit of a stomach. He always wondered w...
Darkness fell. I went out on the balcony and feasted my eyes on the lights of the city. Carazon appeared lovelier at night than it did in the bright light of day. The glow of lantern light softened the harsh stone, and gave the whole city a dreamlike quality. The liquid trills of a nakama bird sounded from the garden below, and from behind me came the notes...
Every spring I take the ferry from Osaka to Tokushima to let loose my Ducati Hyperstrada on the winding mountain roads of Shikoku. I look forward to this trip all year. It's pure me time. The roads of Shikoku are kept in excellent condition as a way to support rural communities, even though very few cars use them. The scenery they travel through is stunningl...
Author's note and acknowledgements This story has sat on my hard drive for four years now. I wrote it, all twenty chapters and 95,000 words of it in eight days of a frenzied, near trance-like state, sitting on my couch with my wife's laptop. She would occasionally have to remind me to eat. When the dust settled, and I looked up, I realized a couple of...
The next morning at work I was not functioning correctly. I had managed to sleep for about an hour before my alarm went off. I considered calling out sick, but I was worried that someone would think I was faking it and I didn't want to deal with accusatory stares from the bosses or my co-workers. I worked as a paper shredder at a loan company. What I did al...
To my wife, the one and only love of my life. I can't describe how lucky I am to be able to openly and honestly reveal my deepest desires to you. I can't tell you how grateful I am for accepting me as I am and allowing me to write out my fantasies. No woman has ever made me so happy as when you indulge me; even if only in small ways. Our relationship is so s...
Mira struggled to control shivers of revulsion at the feel of the tentacles on her bare skin. They were cold, rubbery and left a trail of purple slime wherever they touched on her body. Her breasts, her neck, her thighs. Those she could handle. It was the one running between the crevice of her thighs that was her near undoing. It moved, excitedly, over lips...