My first time happened back in 1969. My wife, Cheryl, and I were living in Ndola, in Zambia, where I worked on a copper mine. There was no TV out there, and very little in the way of a social life, aside from the local recreational club, which nearly all the expatriate community belonged to. We had a fine life out there: lots of sunshine, a good wage, and f...
"I reached my limit, though, when Roy suggested that he and I have sex in our home, him fucking me on our bed, while you were gone on one of your business trips. This seemed awfully disrespectful of you, which it was, since it was mostly a power-over-you-as-his-cuckold play. I initially said, 'no way'." "But then Roy produced a little adhesive skin patch an...
Talking with some clients after work a few night ago, someone asked about our marriages. When the give-and-take got around to me, I just said, "I lost my wife about 3 years ago." That got the usual condolences, followed by the usual last question, "What did she die of?" I briefly answered truthfully, saying, "I really don't know if she's alive or dead but...
I handle estates: decedents and incompetent people. Most are around where I live, but sometimes I get something I have to handle out of town. Helen's was one. Helen isn't dead, she's in a nursing home nearby. She had moved here to be near her family after her husband died, then got senile dementia, Alzheimer's type. I got appointed to clean up the mess her f...
Kathy Jones sat on the couch next to her husband, Mike. "Babe, let's watch a movie." "Sure Kath, what do you want to watch?" "Something adult." Mike looked at her. She had never suggested that before in the five years they had been married. "You sure? Why?" "Do I need a reason to watch an adult film with my husband?" "Well, no, but it's not like we do...
The beautiful Russian girl looked Madison in the eyes, reached out a palm and said, "Hi, are you Madison Clover?" Madison took the girl's hand and replied hesitantly: "Y-yeah, that would be right. H-hi. I- my name is Madison, that's right." The girl half sat down, propping herself on the arm of the unoccupied swivel-chair that sat at a diagonal to her own....
March 1 "Squeeze my finger." I squeezed. "Again, but without moving your penis." I squeezed again. "Don't move your legs or your bum. Use the muscle to squeeze, as if you're holding in poop." I used the muscle. "Better. Again, Ethan." I did it again. "Good; your penis didn't move that time. You have to practice that squeeze. Ten sets of ten, five se...
Hey, this is the third chapter of a multipart story. It's pretty long, so if you're into short form stories this may not be for you. I update sporadically. Look for the next chapter sometime in the next few months! ***** Weightless clouds of cold mist float with all the tinkling brilliance of ice cracked by midmorning sunbeams. Impossible birds flutter...
That same night, in Tara's room, Willow and Tara's kitten was playing with a small ball of yarn. "Tell me a story." Willow said. "Okay." Tara said. "Once upon a time, there was, um ... a kitty. She was very little, and she was all alone, and nobody wanted her." "This is a very upsetting story." Willow said. "Oh, oh, but it gets better." The kitten trie...
The year I turned twenty-three didn't start out very well at all. First off, I lost my job, and the reason they gave me was that I just wasn't performing well enough. That kind of thing is always hard to take. Then, to round things off, my girlfriend dumped me. She told me that losing my job was the last straw, and she was sick of playing second fiddle to my...