For reasons you will soon learn, Spring Break is my favorite time of year. It is a time my wife, Jill and I are allowed to get away together and leave the every day stress and strain of work, family, and a thousand other distractions behind and just enjoy being with each other. We typically choose a vacation location that offers warm weather, good golf, and...
I was fortunate to have lots of friends growing up. When I moved out of the "ol' stompin grounds", I generated a whole new batch of friends. Sadly, as I settled into married life halfway across the country, maintaining these friendships has been very difficult to say the least. As with any friendship, some fade away but the special ones are bonds forever, ev...
"No. Not there. A little higher. More. Yes, there. That's good. Go on." Carole sighed gently, widened her legs to allow the girl's fingers deeper access, lifted her pelvis to intensify the pressure of the lapping tongue. Then there was silence for a long while until a single elongated word - "Yesss" - followed by a slow relaxation marked Carole's orgasm. T...
The summer of my junior in high school, when I had just turned 18, I had a job at a wildlife sanctuary in Massachusetts. I and two other guys from different schools boarded at the director's house and worked to maintain the trails and gardens, clear brush, mow lawns, build a boardwalk through a swamp -- that kind of thing. It was fairly hard work. I also too...
Authors note: The prelude to this adventure and the introduction to the characters are made in my other submission, "My French Holiday." I strongly suggest that be read before this to gain the required continuity. I'd kept in touch with Luc and Richard following my amazing holiday in France. That holiday when I'd met the two most beautiful young men I'd e...
It was their wedding anniversary, and Frances and her husband planned to spend two nights at a beach hotel in Olongapo. They left on a Friday afternoon and reached the beach hotel at 3 p.m. They spend the whole afternoon swimming on the beach. By twilight, they made long, passionate love in their room. They had dinner at the dinner hall cum disco after a ti...
Mrs. Barnes wiped away the haze from the fogged over mirror in front of her. With a much clearer image of herself to work with now, she continued the chore of vigorously rubbing the bath towel she held against the shower soaked streaks of hair on the left side of her head. Wrapping the towel around the back of her shoulders, she finally abandoned the dew fi...
Waiting at the airport, Kelly searches for the gate. "B-12, B-12, where the heck is gate B-12?!" Looking up and down the corridors of the BWI airport, she finally spies the B-12 gate, and waits impatiently. Her thoughts travel back to the day where she first met John. It was in one of those chat rooms in Hotmail. She had just entered and looked at the wor...
Not all stories that start out with "Once upon a time" have happy endings. The characters do not necessarily live happily ever after as was the case in this one. It started as a fair tale that my wife tried to tell me, but unfortunately for her (or me – depending on how you look at it) I knew the game she was going to play. Once upon a time there was a marr...
Chapter 1 I've known Jon and Laura ever since they bought the house next door five years ago. They'd just moved to the city, Jon was taking a new job, one that was several rungs up the ladder from his last one, according to him, and Laura was a teacher, an elementary school teacher, so she could really live just about anywhere and find work. So, Helen and...