From Africa, Chapter One Northern Africa, circa 1949 ‘Olu makes the coffee too strong…’ ‘Well, if you’d been up earlier, you could have made it yourself, Love.’ I trudged into the kitchen, half-awake, trying to block the bright sun from my eyes. My father sat at the large wooden table, engaged in his customary morning ritual: reading newspapers from Lond...
a halloween 2016 submission. at this time I'm unsure if this is gonna be erotic horror or just a light little scare. journey with me as we find out together. /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ All hallows eve, the old name, but my father insists we still...
We had just finished dinner, I was cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen. Didi and I had a romantic meal with lots of wine and were about to finish up when Red showed up. He was in town and said he might stop by. I was thinking about him all day since he had called, thinking about our nasty love history and how unbelievably sated he made me feel, doing thing...
I knew he had been planning something unusual for several days before he broached the subject - there was just something in his manner that suggested he was thinking, analyzing, and preparing some new exploit. It's one of the things I love about him - he's always working out new things to try and new experiences for us to share. He finally came out with his...
At breakfast the next day, Oliver arrived at my table shortly after I'd sat down. Unlike the weary face I'd seen earlier in the mirror, he looked untouched by the previous late night and the early morning start. "So, how was the aromatic, Zola last night?" he said, crunching on a slice of toast, covered thickly in peanut butter. "I saw you two leaving hand...
I hope you enjoyed the account of my encounters with Borte, my Mongol Horde, who filled me from her Mongol Hoard. If so, you may like the sequel. At the lunch-break of the first full day of the course, Borte indicated we could take a few minutes upstairs, and, back in my room, she stripped her knickers, and said, 'Be quickly for my snake, Norma, please.' T...
My first dinner date with a T-Girl After stopping in front of your house, I waited a moment in the car and took a deep breath, trying to decide whether the pounding in my chest was from anticipation or fear. Fear caused me to pause most because I was not sure what there was "to fear." This was, after all, just a first date. Maybe that was it... A first da...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists -- Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 70). This story...
There are just some things that shouldn't be talked about out loud, out in the open. Somehow, wanting something didn't mean she could talk about it -- ever -- not in the circles where she operated. She had sophisticated friends, who went on about politics and music and wore expensive clothes to brunch. Admitting what she wanted sexually, no matter how open m...
I was talking to my forty-something wife about her current lover, a twenty-nine year old kid. It's complicated, but the kid was the next-door neighbor, and he was "protecting" Helen for me while I was out of town. Helen was in a panic. "Did you tell him he could bring over anyone else? Did you? You bastard! We've got to move. This is so embarrassing!" Now...