I wanted to keep talking, but Donna's yawn signaled to me she was done for the night. She tossed the wet wash cloth into the laundry basket, hit the bathroom for a final pee, brushed her teeth, put on a nightgown, and climbed into bed. I followed suit. She was on her side and told me to spoon her. She mumbled, "I love falling asleep in your arms." Within m...
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. * Chapter Four. 1987. (Early-May). Sir DB, mid-sixties. For my fifth formal appraisal the senior partner told me he'd like to do it on Saturday morning. "Give you a bit of lunch somewhere afterwards," he said. I was surprised, not only by his unexpected and uncharacteristic display...
An old mate of mine, George by name, had recently moved house. He was now residing in a nice little unit. He had a little problem that I'd offered to fix for him, namely that he was totally incompetent in wiring together a computer and all its peripherals. I muck around with them a lot and know what I'm doing so I told him I'd hook his system together. It wo...
My first sensations upon awakening are that of cold metal around my wrists and ankles, a dull ache in my arms from being stretched in the wrong position for too long. My knuckles flex and crack as I form a tight fist, muscles straining as I pull against what binds me. It strains, but doesn't break. "Shu-at ra-r at lahk... chrrrrrrr." Now that's a language...
"Fuck, I'm starving." I reached across the desk for my phone. "What do you want on your pizza?" Melissa rolled her eyes. "If I try to eat another slice of that shitty pizza from Anthony's I might choke on it and die, then you'd be left finishing this presentation on your own." She pushed back in her chair and stretched. "Let's go to the sandwich place, that...
Saturday night. Parking lot filled, cars parked on the grass, and on the lot adjoining. I walked into the strip club with its painted opaque windows. Anita is working tonight. She only works 2 nights a week, but always at least one weekend night, usually both. When the crowds of men are the largest. Inside is loud music, some dancers. There is no seat at th...
Dear Shoeblossom, I can still remember Rebecca's first comment: "You sure you want to do this, kid?" A full-figured ash blonde with brightly glossed lips...pure Jersey girl. "You really want to move in with me...the sessions aren't enough?" Sometimes the sessions were way too much, but I was lost without Mistress Rebecca. 46 to my twenty-three, she'd bee...
This is the third installment of Woodsman. As always, there is no sexual situations with anyone under 18. Actually there is no sex at all in this chapter. This chapter deals mostly with Vivian's mother, her decline and justification for what she became. The first two chapters set the stage for Vivian and Rob. As always, my editor Candace Frazier has done an...
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. Chapter Twenty-Six. 2006. (February.) Burglars. Ever since my parents had retired and moved to Oxfordshire, presumably to be nearer their friends from the world of academia, I had been asked to keep an eye on their property whenever they were away; particularly since their second mov...
It was my day off so I decided to get a burger and a beer down at the local for dinner. I had exercised that morning, and had weighed myself at 170, which at my BMI made it just into the green of healthy. I deserved a reward. I'd never been a fat guy, just a little flabby in some places, thin at first sight but once you got up on me I had some thick thighs a...