Chapter 1. Last Chance. "Sit down Gregory," the editor said. When he called me "Gregory" instead of "Greg," I knew there was trouble brewing. He sat looking down at some papers pretending to read; definitely a sign of trouble. After a couple of minutes of this he looked up at me, unsmiling, and came straight to the dismal point. "We've all had our wome...
[1] Sunday Noon; the First Time Here I was, dressed in my Sunday best, sitting about halfway back in the pews letting my mind reminisce instead of listening to the country minister's message. In my mind, I reckoned myself to be a 'good' man, yet by the same token, I had suspicions that I was a piss-poor Christian! One of the things distracting me was the th...
Thank you to my friends 'LadyCibelle' and 'Techsan' for their editing skills. They make my stories a much better read. Chapter 1 What's going on? Here I am out running. I'm not a runner but I have to do something to get my mind off Breann. I made a mistake, a big mistake. I cheated on her and now she knows. God, I love her so much. Why was I so fucking stu...
Note: this is a continuation of the story "Cathy ch 02" by antlerBoy. It works okay as a stand-alone story, but will make more sense if you read the other pards first. Er, yeah, that makes sense, right? Right. ----- After the amazing turns of the last night with my next-door neighbor Cathy, I slept in. Flat out spent, amazed and exhausted. But I awoke to a...
The tavern doors swung open, briefly disturbing the dim solace of Flannery's Pub. I squinted at the approaching silhouette. Allison soon took a seat beside me. "You're late. I had to drink both our beers," I joked. Allison laughed. "Sorry, I got tied up with an interesting couple today... Anyway, what are you having?" I gestured to the bartender to bring...
1 Frank Frank Tattrie is unique among the unique. Frank is a wiry, long haired, bearded, six four hillbilly who always wears a Red Fox hat. You know the kind where he just skinned and cured the fox with all its parts bunched it up and put it on his head, He added two black beady glass eyes that stare at you. You don't know weather to look into Frank's eyes...
All these years later, I can still remember the words, the feelings, the arousal, and the things we did just like it all happened yesterday. Some days I want to change everything that happened, and even make the whole thing not happen, but other days ... well, I'm even now not so sure. For me, it all started with a single sentence from my wife. The words sti...
Chapter 1. Early Days. I was in a dilemma. It was not so much what had happened, as my reaction to it that was troubling. It had been almost nothing in itself, but… …But I should begin at the beginning. My name is Troy Cummings. Married – or I was – to Doctor Tony Cummings, General Practitioner Extraordinary, or at least, he thinks he is. He works in a...
It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities. The Host had told of a birthday orgy involving a current top film star, the Theatre Company Manager o...
Part One/It's Her Legs My wife and I spot her from down the street... and across the road. Actually, it's her legs: long, tanned, fit. They shine like a beacon and make it hard to see anything else. We're sold when we see her blonde ponytail bobbing about as she takes orders from customers. We've been looking for somewhere to have breakfast for about twe...