(The Author wishes to acknowledge his indebtedness to Alberto Casella for creating the original idea embedded in this story.) Helen Manning stepped out onto the balcony of her hotel in Sliema on the island of Malta. The light had the soft diffusion of early evening and the heat of the day had diminished, though it was still comfortably warm. Across the blu...
Middle age doesn't feel like the middle anymore, not like it was portrayed in black and white movies, when forty-five year old men were bespectacled, with gray mustaches, mostly bald heads, a pipe in their mouth, and a newspaper in their hands. There was usually a dark leather chair involved, in a wood-paneled 'den.' Forty-five was old. These days, thank Go...
Chapter 02 - Birthday Surprises My thanks to everyone who left comments and wrote emails. My apologies for this next chapter taking as long as it did. The bulk of it was spent figuring out where I wanted the characters to go, and that took quite a bit of time. I hope everyone will find it to be as fun of a ride as I do. Finally, there will not be a two-mont...
Ginnie was always curious about my trips to nudist resorts and beaches. I offered to take her along a few times, but she would have none of it. So, I generally stopped pushing, except for mentioning my experiences in passing. Then she totally surprised me one day, and said she would let me take her to a clothing-optional place. She wanted to finally overcom...
Warning: This chapter is rated a very sexy R and contains tits, wet t-shirts, cheerleaders, crazy parties, short skirts, high heels, white creamy stuff, body swaps, sexy butts, competitive performative bisexuality, butt-plugs, romance, dancing, butt plugs, strap-ons, philosophical angst, bisexual threesomes, body language swaps, everything going wrong, and t...
(All acts are legal where performed and all occur by persons 18 or older) My mother is a whore. Well, these days a madam, or a pimp if you will, but you don't get to judge her. Her family moved from Laos when she was young and keeping with the family tradition, she married a GI in Japan who upon finding her pregnant with me dumped her in Nevada. My only kno...
Natalie Meyers, lifted her large floppy hat from her head and wiped her sweaty brow, though it was still pretty early for the sun to be beating down on someone and making them sweat. Natalie had been working since the sun first started to peak above the horizon, casting its warm rays over her little house on Kumquat Lane. She arched her back and stretched he...
Here is Chapter VII, the final episode of the "Kitten" story, and, again, my thanks to you for reading. All the characters described herein are 18 years of age or older, fictional; and any resemblance between them and anyone, living, dead, or imaginary, is purely coincidental. For all of you who've been waiting with bated breath for the hard core stuff: Now...
The relationship had been about sex; that was what they had both understood – 'until we both... you know' he'd said, meaning 'find someone new', not 'until we end up falling in love with each other.' She thought of how awful it would sound, the younger widow, Husband only dead a year, falls for the smooth talker that chat's and woo's his way into her bed le...
SOME SET UP FOR LATER STORY LINES. THERE IS SEX BUT A LOT OF DIALOGUE AND POV CHANGE. ***** My phone rang late on a Monday night, recognizing Taylor's number I answered quickly, expecting she was on her way over. I could tell by the background noise she was still at work waitressing at the bar where I first ran into her during their bikini car wash. "Are...