Two sessions ago, my therapist asked me if I could identify circumstances in which I feel truly in the moment. There was only one thing that came to mind. I knew If I could quiet the clutter in my mind, I would answer for her in the form of a story from another time in my life. What follows is a retelling of my response, in narrative form, to a similar ques...
About six months ago, my wife Mary and I had talked about her low libido and her low sex drive. She seemed very inhibited not very active while we fucked. I had mentioned that maybe we needed to see a marriage counselor or a sex therapist. We were in our mid twenties and this was way to young for this to be happening. It was a Wednesday when she came in from...
Author's note: This is the first part of a story that is open ended right now. There's no intercourse in this first Chapter; still I hope you'll read it and send me a note if you'd like to read more about Nurse Synge, Captain Wilson and the origins of the Nightingale Sisterhood. The Odd Tale of Nightingale Synge—Pioneer Sexual Therapist Chapter One Some y...
This is another one of my light hearted looks at life in small town Texas. As you read this story, imagine most of the characters speaking with a country accent, and some may not be the sharpest pencil in the desk drawer. They mean well, and good usually wins out. ***** I was sitting on the couch watching midget wrasslin when Mildred walked in from the bed...
note: This is an Erotic Couplings entry in the Valentine's Day writing contest. Mega-thanks to TxRad for all his help. == Like some smooth, sensual serpent, the glistening cock glided out of Cindy's mouth. When the swollen head emerged, she lapped at its smooth surface while studying her husband. His big, nude body sat sprawled comfortably on their living...
Her response to my questions about the events surrounding the mask only angered her. We started to drift farther apart so she suggested that we see a marriage counselor. Since we weren't even sleeping in the same bed at this point I thought it was a good idea. She thought I was crazy because I keep asking about the sex we had when she was dressed as Venus....
There is no sex in this story. For all you RAAC and BTB lovers you will be disappointed. Please go read another story if that is your expectations from this story. * I was trying to wake up but I was struggling. There were strange noises assaulting my ears as I tried to open my eyes and see what was happening to me. There were also strange odors present. I...
EDITED 29/02/2020 (It makes sense to write the date from the shortest amount of time to the longest. I mean, it wouldn't make any sense to write first the month, then the day and then the year, right?) AN:¨English is my second language, but back in the eighties, I lived in the UK long enough to become a qualified electrician. So, even though I can write som...
Life seemed to return to normal after the "dress shop incident." Teresa was happily married. Cheryl had finished college and had a good job. Then, one day about a year after the last incident, I returned home from work to find Maria sitting at the dining room table, sobbing with her head buried in her hands. Someone at the mall had actually recognized her...
One-eight-six waited in her madam's bedroom for her twice-weekly reward. She couldn't believe her eyes when the door opened; she was looking at a miniature Greek God. Like the red head he was not a midget or dwarf but not much taller than one. His wavy almost blonde hair was set in a page cut ala early Beatles. She waved him over as the guard left, revealing...