(Author's note: Go away! Read something else, for crying out loud! I don't even want to be writing this, so you can imagine how little I want you to be reading it. Particularly since I'm most probably dead by now, and where's the fun in that? So... do me a favor and just bugger off, why don't you?) *** I, being of sound mind... Ha! That's a laugh! Why sta...
Fuck it was hot. Two hours earlier, when I'd stopped at a town whose claim to fame was it had a lot of verandahs, it was 45 degrees celsius. Forty five fucking degrees. For those yet to embrace the simplicity and logic of the metric system, it was 113 degrees fahrenheit. In either system and in any language, it was hot. The sun was beating down with su...
The shrill sound of the tea kettle shattered Max's reverie. He was remembering when he and Rosie met thirty-eight years ago. Sighing deeply, he looked down at the yellow mug and remembered the vision of the two of them rowing down the Charles River that May morning, the night after their first date, the first of many, before shocking everyone they knew by ge...
*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned* *Never judge a friend by what they give, but of how much of themselves they give* *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. My apologies to Homer and...
Note: This is the second part of the story, following Ramona Jean's Sinful Weekend. * Despite the fact that Mona was now on her honeymoon, as she sat leaning on and clutching the upper arm of her dozing husband on the swaying, thumping train, on a journey to a faraway land, she felt like a character in a spy novel. Never had she been privy to so many secre...
Dear Shoeblossom: I've enjoyed the letters I've read, and I wanted to tell you of my unique relationship with my dominant wife, Beatrix, "Trix" for short. I am Doctor Lionel Lithgow, author of 20 books... University professor of physics... And president of the biggest quantum physics research facility in the Western Hemisphere... But at home I'm just a...
Howard's story It was deep in the night, but sleep was eluding me. I just lay there staring at the ceiling, trying to absorb everything I had learned over the previous three days about my wife, and her incredible illicit sex life. So many conflicting emotions were doing battle in my mind that fateful Monday night, as I thought about Shelley and what she h...
Author's Note: This is my entry for the 2019 Halloween story contest, inspired by the Scottish Ballad Tam Lin. I hope you enjoy it. Please vote! Thanks for reading. *** At the end of seven years She pays a tithe to Hell I so fair and full of flesh I fear it be myself - As the sun set, Maggie sat on a stone bench that was tilting to one side and thumbe...
This is a story about a lesbian who trains her friend in the art of anal sex to please her man. While this has lesbian content, it is nonetheless a story about anal intercourse and thus in the anal category. All persons featured in nude and/or sexual situations are eighteen and up. Los Angeles, California. The once prominent tinsel-town is a shell of its fo...
After a lifetime of love, laughs, and memories of good times mixed with bad times, a man with dementia forgets his wife, his children, and his grandchildren. This is a true story about my grandparents. Spread out over five decades and three generations, this story is about their lives together. This story about love, sex, commitment, drinking, extramarital...