Sometimes living with danger is exciting. I met Kassandra not long after I took up residence on Chicago's northside while I was attending DePaul University as I worked on my MFA in 2001. I had managed to sublet a studio apartment three blocks from the campus from the son of the previous tenant, an older woman who had moved to an assisted living facility in...
I am in the darkroom red bulb lit, just about to expose my negatives, when there is a buzz at the door! I sigh and protect my film before letting in the intruder. It’s Jon my gay college mate. I am annoyed and it tells in the body language. I fold my arms across my ample bosom, not that that queen would even notice. He babbles on about me developing some pic...
Picking up first one jar then another she scrutinised the contents label, looking to see if the hand creams, body creams were of the oil continuous or water continuous types. She knew roughly the formula she wanted but not exactly what mixture. Choosing several of the more expensive brands, assuming their scents and ingredients would be of a better quality,...
Copyright 1998 Del Edwards Demure and almost dainty she danced before my eyes, Laughing and sparkling, an unannounced surprise. And yet she knew she was the prize, To be used by the one who won her. I could see it all in her eyes. She promised an endless supply of delight In spite of her fright To the man who would treat her right. ************************...
Darkroom -- Friday This is a continuing story that starts with Darkroom - Monday. ---- Dieter was at the gym at 7:00 a.m. on Friday working out hard. The week had been a hard one. He wasn't a spectator type and it had been frustrating to sit on the sidelines. The weights he was lifting hurt, but he enjoyed the feeling of the strength in his muscles, the c...
Lesley and Dennis. True story! My wife met Lesley at Primary school walking our boys to school, often walking there and back together. Later, I met her, then her husband Dennis. Lesley was not a very attractive woman, overweight, rather like a ball! She did not try to look good and had a huge chip on her shoulder about men in general. One evening, we had...
While the rest of the world's photographers had gone digital the School of Journalism's department head thought we should have a sense of history and designed Photo 304 to give it to us. It wasn't a required course but it was highly recommended if you wanted favorable graduate reviews. Instead of using contemporary cameras and digital imaging software the co...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, writings about his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old...
It was a fairly normal encounter during fetish weekend: Two masters sitting at the bar and chatting, their subs on leashes behind them. In this case, one of them had a rubber gimp on his leash, hands chained behind its back, a gas mask with darkened lenses obscuring its features. The other one had a rubber puppy sitting at his feet, hands locked in rubber pa...
"Matt! Matt! Time to get up!" his mother yelled. Rubbing his eyes, Matt sat up and looked at the clock on his dresser. Good. He had time to check the prints he'd made before he went to bed - prints of Mrs. Forrester at last night's basketball game. He'd dreamt about her, and it was a delightful dream. Once more, she offered to pose nude for him, but when s...