When I think back, I often wonder how happy I would have been if we hadn't gone out to dinner that night. Happier? Certainly not, as I am very content with my life at the moment. Maybe just as happy? That's more difficult, and I don't know. I'll never know. I met Jessy in my early twenties, soon after I finished my studies. We went out together off and on f...
This story is in the category “Loving Wives” because it is about my wife Elaine, but it could be in many other categories because she liked, no needed, to try anything and everything. We’d been married for ten years when we decided to try swinging. Actually it was my wife Elaine who suggested it. Elaine was 36 years old and I was 38. She’d been with only o...
Excerpts From the Letters and Diary of Arthur Rimbaud, Victorian Gentleman My name is Schuyler Rimbaud. Yes, I know, it's an unusual name, and, no, I'm not related to the French poet – at least I don't think so. It's pronounced "RIM-bawd," and I am English. I believe the name is ultimately German, traceable back to the Anglo-Saxons. But mine is not t...
Sally and I lay on a deserted and beautiful beach in the Bahamas. We were both completely nude. I applied more sunscreen all over her body. She softly moaned as I covered every exposed piece of skin on her adorable body. I had completed her back and was now making sure I didn't miss any place on her front by going over it for the third time. I wiped my hands...
The author's remarks Though the present story has its origin in the previous one "Photo Art" it may be read separately. All characters mentioned in the story are over eighteen. I will bring all my thanks to my editor ScarlettKisses who had made a tremendous job to get the text fluent and in some way also enriched the contents. ***** A year ago Sarah and...
This story takes place in the same area as 'Conversations with Amy' and 'What a Man Needs'. You don't have to read those to follow this. The main character here, Donna, had a bit part in CwA and one day I thought of her visiting Jessie's shop. Sometimes these characters seem to have a life of their own! Jeeez! Please enjoy, any and all feedback is welcome a...
We sat at the kitchen table, having a quick breakfast before we left for our respective jobs. Patti was checking her make-up and I was trying to finish my coffee, as well as the sports section, before I hit the road. "How long is your cock, Matt?" she asked. I avoided the spray of coffee all over the table like you see in the slapstick comedies, but some ca...
[This account is about something that happened last summer. I've been too busy to write about it until quite recently. Cal] 1. Ben's Proposition It was a Wednesday afternoon back in June when my wife Nancy called me at work to tell me how her lunch meeting with Ben had gone. They'd eaten at a family restaurant somewhere in the Sunset District. He'd invite...
Inside Jorrvaskr, the headquarters of the Companions of Whiterun, the sounds of a fight could be heard. It was not unfamiliar experience to any in Whiterun who passed, but this time the fighters were particularly special. The Last Dragonborn, known as Dovahkiin to many, stood bareheaded for once. He was on one side of the sparring circle, his hands upraised...
I remember the day and the time. It was the day of my thirty-fifth birthday and the time was 5: 26 am. I know because I saw the clock when I reached over and silenced the alarm. I looked over at Leslie who would stay in bed another hour and saw something that I hadn't noticed before. Her night gown had slid down and I saw a love bite - a small hickey - on th...