Here, I have a story that almost didn't exist. It started as just... a test of sorts. Without going into exact detail, I was worried about my ability to write. So I intended to just write a scene or two, and maybe only share it with a person or two. Yet, not feeling right just starting in the 'middle' of a scene, I wrote a bit of an intro... one that kept go...
Waiting patiently in the car, I finally spotted them stumbling down the street. My fiancée Erica looked the drunker of the two, but her friend, Melanie, didn't exactly look steady on her feet. Erica, despite the obvious stumbles, looked hot as hell in her red dress, her hair swept forward over one shoulder, and I again thanked my lucky stars I'd met her. Mel...
(For the story to this time, please read Leni's Ordeal: Berlin 1945) ***** The small farm bordered the river not far from Havelsee. Helmut kept his barge tied to a small wharf there, living off the trade in potatoes and cabbage between the Havel and starvation stricken, Russian occupied Berlin, 100 kilometers to the east. World War 2 had ended only a few d...
When Erica heard David had been diagnosed with terminal brain cancer, she broke down. David wasn't related to her by either blood or marriage, but he was family as far as she was concerned. Her father, Tom, had died of a heart attack when she was 11. It happened during a meeting of his Masonic lodge. One minute he was fine; the next, he was clutching his le...
The office door had opened again and Alice had hurried, out giving quill a chance to have a quick glimpse inside. He'd been watching the comings and goings all afternoon. Erica had looked more and more agitated culminating with Maurice from accounts going into her room for a meeting. He had been sat opposite Erica, whose face was like thunder. He had been ta...
1. Have you ever met someone and at that moment you have the feeling that someday, somewhere and somehow in time you two would be together? When your gazes lock, time seems to standstill. You can't think or blink. You can't tear your gaze away from that person. You know it isn't lust. You know you are not infatuated. All you want is to be with that person....
This is a depiction of a sex game we played as young adults living together after the guys got out of the Army. We traded parts around but one of the guys had a wonderful Peter Sellers faux German accent. Merkwürdigliebe being German for "strange love." Dr. Merkwürdigliebe Samuel was an old-time traditionalist, the Bible told him to be fruitful and multipl...
Was this really the place? Nancy McCammon was looking at a small New Age shop on the corner of two narrow streets. 'Crystal Soul' was written on the door in bright pink letters. Whoever owned it had to be a complete flake. Still, Paula had said it was the place to go so Nancy put aside her reservations and walked through the door. A little bell tinkled over...
Dawn and I had been seeing each other regularly for about a month. The sex was amazing and she was an eager and willing student, wanting to try every method, position and fetish possible, since she had never had sex with a man before. We shared plenty in common, besides our sexual libidos, which made spending time together a pleasant experience. We enjoyed g...
Chapter 2 - The Neighbours In my last submittal, I told the story of how I first became a wife watcher. It has now been 20 years since then and our lives have progressed along with our sexual adventures. I will over the next few submittals try and bring the story up to date and hopefully give readers an insight into how we have lived. Anyway, after our adv...