A previously unpublished chapter in the story of Jack, and the home he shares with three lovelies. * * * * Karen and Debbie are moved in. Beth's halfway there. Time for a little celebration, just the four of us. * * * * After a day of moving Karen into the house, and some unexpected play which included my good friend Jim, I finally got up the gumption to...
Thoughts of a man and his experience with a natural woman... *** "Just so you know in advance, I'm recording this," I told the man on the other end of the phone. "I think it's the law that I need to tell you that, and even if it isn't I think it's only right, you know?" "Fine by me," the man known to me as Barney said. "I tend to talk fast anyway." "Wh...
My wife, Debbie, and I were pulling into the parking lot of our daughter's elementary school where we were to meet with her fifth grade teacher. The teacher had sent home a note requesting that we come to the school to discuss our daughter's progress. As we exited the car we continued our conversation about the meeting and wondering if there was a problem or...
It's now been several years since Debby and I entered our new arrangement and it has worked out very well for us. Deb is in charge and I am still delighted to be her slave. Having a cigar-smoking, dominant woman for a wife was not something I ever would have dreamt that I wanted, but sometimes life takes us down paths that we never would have expected. We...
Life is full of coincidences. Little things that can change a life or even end one. This day I had been tired and so cycled fast, back from the train station to the estate where I lived. It was a mixture of council tenants and those like myself who had bought their own homes. As I came through the grounds of the primary school and into the street which was...
One week later Debbie arrived at the designated address. It was a huge Georgian mansion located in the heart of Mayfair, London's most expensive district. The house was one of those white, stucco fronted buildings with grand white pillars on either side. It reeked of money and power. Debbie climbed up the stairs, nervously rang the door bell and again asked...
Debbie examined the shirt collar again with a disgusted smirk on her face. She had enough of Scott's crap. This wasn't the first time she found lipstick on his clothing. Scott had been coming home late ever other evening from work and he expected her to stay home and wait and be his servant. Wash his cloths, make his dinner, keep the house clean. It was th...
As a writer sometimes your mind wanders to a "wouldn't it be weird if" type scenarios and in this story I have tried to explore how a woman might feel in a man's body, and vice versa. I fully accept that the vehicle used to make it happen is a little far fetched, or perhaps it can be chalked up to 'artistic license.' Hope you enjoy and any constructive feedb...
Sitting in my car a few houses away from my friend's place, I glance down at the text I'd written excusing myself from Debbie and Grant's invitation. With my finger hovering over the send button, I look up again seeing the warm welcoming glow of their porch light. I could clearly remember when both of them had asked me to join them for a night of fun, and ho...
Chapter 05: The Waitress Waking up from a nap after spending most of the afternoon in bed making love, they both realized how hungry they were, and decided to go out to dinner. "I worked up a pretty good appetite," she said with a sly smile. "I did, too," he replied; "you're giving me a pretty good work-out, Kerri!" "Aww, poor Peter- is it getting sore?"...