The Proxy The birth of the Idea I remember the exact moment, when the idea first slid, warm and throbbing into my consciousness and then bobbed to the surface like a buoy. You had just returned from another brutal grind of multiple cities and countries overseas. I hoped to offer you solace from the pace and sweet sanctuary from the demands of your position...
The screeching of the crows at our campsite at the coast awakened me. I was thinking about getting out of bed to visit the restroom when I noticed Joan looking lustfully at Joe's nude, uncovered body on the other nearby bed across the small camper. Her gaze was focused on his impressively hard cock and I realized that I was about to witness my wife add anoth...
Lisa was my wife, friend, lover for four too short years. Dead two and a half times the length of our marriage, she lies under an ancient oak tree's sprawling canopy in Overland Park, a relatively new, yet unfilled cemetery on the north side of the small berg I live in. On this May 18th, as I do every May 18th, I called on Lisa, the mother of our born dead...
The name is Katelyn Roark. I'm a six-foot-one, busty and heavyset, deliciously big-bottomed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a district attorney with the Brockton City Prosecutor's Office. Just another straight-laced White female professional in a conservative business suit. That's me. All day, I'm prim and proper. When n...
It's been a rough six months for me. That was how long ago my wife of 26 years passed due to cancer. The only love of my life, we were together since grade school. Always my best friend, it was her greatest worry that I could not live well without her; and she was right. Oh, our daughter was a godsend, but she had her own life to lead and I wouldn't think o...
"Pull the car over." She had reflexively started to speak. Not exactly a protest, but a suggestion that perhaps they should drive back out to the main road and into Desert Hot Springs; the closest small town. For, she had this impression that he simply needed to relive himself. They had been driving for a few hours without a break really. She was going to n...
All characters appearing in the following work are fictional. Any resemblances to real persons, living or deceased is unintentional on the part of the author. Owing to the graphic depiction of sexual situations contained in the following narrative all characters are considered to be of the majority age of eighteen years, or older. - Thank You C...
I was taking one of my walks where I try and find interesting things to take photos of around the area I live in, and as usual, nothing appealing could be found. Tired and a little frustrated from walking around for 2 and a half hours and only taking three pictures, both of which I had little hope for, I made my way back. The walks I didn't mind, there was a...
I've decided to relate some of my sexual liaisons over the years. A few were one-time affairs, a couple lasted a year or more. Of course, names have been changed, and situations. But the acts are true, and wonderfully remembered. Again, your criticism is welcomed, as is your vote! We had known each other for several years, primarily on a business basis. Be...
'I know that jacket' I thought to myself. I'd seen it somewhere before - leather with fake fur around the collar and half way down the sleeves. Not perhaps the nicest piece of fashion you're ever likely to see, but certainly distinctive. I racked my brains trying to think where I'd seen it, and was almost at the point of giving up when I saw the legs of the...