It didn't start in Vegas, but those two nights were stellar. I had flown in around ten-thirty that morning. I'd gotten this trip as a gift at Christmas and well, mid-February in the Northeast can get pretty ugly. I checked into my hotel, settled my stuff in the room and went exploring. Through the afternoon, I wandered the shops, the attractions, and the buf...
Nellie stood in front of the full length mirror looking slowly up and down her body. Every detail of her body had been carefully formed and kept over the years. From her strawberry blonde hair to her full, firm breasts, she worked at keeping herself in top form. Smiling at what she saw, she ran her hands over her fully nude body, lingering on her breasts and...
Author's note: The title and theme of this story come from a song by Joan Baez from around 1969 or 1970, about her relationship with Bob Dylan. ^ ^ ^ ^ It was late in the afternoon in late November, already getting dark on a cold, dreary day that promised snow later that night. I was at a particularly rough spot in the novel I was working on, and I had de...
Chapter 4 – The Shopping Trip I woke up early the next morning. It was just barely daylight judging by the light coming through the gap in the curtains. Felicita was sleeping peacefully next to me. I lay there still trying to figure out a way for us to be together. It didn't seem possible, not until things changed. Big things. I knew that, when the politica...
Screwball Love: A Virgin in a Threesome "I don't believe it. I just don't believe it." Kate, my estranged wife, never trusted me, but now in the midst of this phone call--about our least favorite topic, sex--she has ratcheted up her doubt. She thinks she knows me. She should know me. We were husband and wife for five long years--long enough so that sex usu...
It was the middle of summer, and Allison and Josh were driving from Phoenix to Las Vegas. The air conditioning in Josh's car wasn't working, so they were driving at night when it was cooler. Just the same, it was 97 degrees, and the windows were down in Josh's Honda. Leaving the Phoenix suburb of Glendale, they drove north on Highway 93. Josh drove through...
She was driving through town, and pulled to a stop at a light, her phone went off, the text tone, she reached down and pressed the button to pull it up. "I see you, little whore." the message said from a totally unknown number. She rolled her eyes, and tapped out a reply. "Wrong number." She set the phone down and drove on when the light turned green. Her...
Selen noticed him as soon as he entered the bar. He looked quite different from the barflies that usually frequented the place: tall and noble with expensive-looking burgundy and gold coloured robes. He was flanked by two larger men, who had the nervous energy, darting eyes and well-developed bodies of bodyguards. She was only working here until the end of...
Copyright 2011 Christopher D.B. Driving for a while east of the city on a two lane state highway, I easily found the turnoff I was looking for onto a secondary road. Several miles later and just past a cluster of grain silos, I found the next turn which led down a narrow winding road. I had no GPS system in my old car and hadn't bothered to look up the loca...
This is a continuation from the story, "Sharing my Wife: A Camping Trip." The rest of that week passed in a bit of a daze. Michelle was nervous all week, as she was making her professional debut as a stripper Saturday night. She'd enjoyed it immensely on amateur night and been a big hit, so they enticed her to take a step further. She went shopping for cl...