Way back in the Seventies....pre AIDS days.... I returned to college (on the advice of two very close friends) where I picked up a degree and a wife. I was struck immediately by quite possibly, the bluest eyes I have ever seen. Framed by long, loose coils of dark wavy hair, her face looked "cute" tilted one way and quite beautiful when viewed at another an...
During the short drive I thought of turning around and forgetting about the whole thing. How could I go to Helena for help. After all those years and after our break-up. Desperation kept me driving till I got to her place. I looked at the house that I have known all too well. Time has been very kind to it; It looked better than I ever remembered it. Helena w...
(Author's note: This is one of those stories that pretty much wrote itself. I began with a basic premise, a fantasy, but as the characters developed, it turned into something more. Admittedly, it has a bit of a Deus ex Machina ending, but I hope you enjoy it.) *** "Prostitutes are like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get." Okay, so m...
Chapter 3 - Good dates. Bad prospect Edie also was the next girl to get a 'date' based on passing out our business cards to about thirty limousine drivers she talked to at the airport -- 'Sensations' on one side, and her first name and cellphone number on the other. She thought it might be a long shot, but one day not soon after she got a call. "Hello, is...
This is entirely a work of fiction. The characters presented are entirely imaginary and over 18 years of age. Any similarity to actual people or situations is purely coincidental. WARNING! This is a Loving Wives cuckold story about pushing limits and crossing lines. If that's not your cup of tea, DON'T READ THIS ONE! There are plenty of other stories on t...
Linda Bauer took one last look around to make sure there was nothing left to do. Confident the place was ready, she collapsed on the secondhand sofa with a sigh. It was a lot of work transforming Art's basement den into a cozy little Mother-in-Law apartment. She knew it was hard for her husband to give up his little oasis, but they needed the money. The op...
As always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this new story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, I would not be writing. Chapter 9 - DAY FIVE: NEW COUP...
“I can’t believe what we just did.” Angie said stepping out of the bathroom. Dressed in a halter top and khaki shorts she looked at Cal. He was laying on the bed, black polo, khaki shorts with his arms behind his head. “This should be good for us. There’s nothing for us there, I can still work on starting my company and we can figure out some things about...
After Fanchon and her graduate student friend, Morse got in the house; Fanchon quickly went and switched on the computer web cam. "What do you think of this, Morse?" Fanchon asked. "This is my Wink's Wanking Web cam! Every night between nine and twelve my friend Theodosius Winkleburger masturbates for three hours in front of the camera, and I get to watch hi...
When I was in my early 30's I met Jeanne at a club in Virginia Beach one Friday night. It was about midnight and she was sitting at the bar with her friend. I could not help but notice her as she was wearing a bright red satin blouse and wonderfully tight white jeans. My friend and I went over and began chatting with them and we all hit it off. We danced s...