To those of you who commented about the length of my story. I am new to this, and I apologize for the epic that it was. I just started writing what was in my head and got carried away. I have gone through and removed a lot that I thought was irrelevant. I was actually trying to make it longer, because I thought it wouldn't be long enough. I wanted readers t...
This happened years ago, about ten years before my wife died and I came to be the dirty old man that I am today.... The boat I had back then was a Kingfisher. They were called coffin boats because they were long, narrow, and deep. It was fifteen feet long, about five wide, and almost three feet deep. There was a pedestal seat in the bow with the outboard mot...
**A setup** Ricquie really had no interest in fishing; Mack did, and liked to go fishing on the weekend when the weather was decent, like today. As a matter of courtesy, just before he left, he always asked her if she wanted to go. Today was no exception. "Going fishing honey," he called to her. "Care to go with me?" he called out, as he was about to leave....
It was about 4:00 Saturday afternoon and John Wayne still had over 24 hours to spend with Diana Maitland trying to get her pregnant...he knew it was the only thing that would make her stay with him. She had told him that, though she's loved him for so many years and fantasized about him desiring her, she had never believed he could love her...she felt unwort...
I stood back up and repositioned myself. People must have tired of me because the music started and people were watching the girls again. I stood there naked and afraid for about an hour. I wondered how long I was to stand there. Finally one of the strippers came up to me. Her name was Kissy. She gave me a dollar bill and told me to get her a beer. Actually...
I had looked forward to my fourteenth birthday the entire year because it fell on the first day of trout fishing season. Marc, my best friend, and I had made big plans; I was all set to spend the night at his house, which was closer to the creek, so we could wake up before dawn and go to out to our favorite place. "The rock" was a huge rock that jutted out i...
Midfield Wisconsin, a medium-sized city by Midwestern standards, lies perched high above the shores of Lake Michigan. A long Coast Guard pier juts one mile out into the lake, slants sharply to the south then out for another quarter mile. This structure helps form a channel creating one of the best harbors on the lake, from which a fleet of commercial fishing...
The FISHING and CAMPING TRIP With STEPHANIE Andrew was financially secure -- having sold his successful home repair business and obtaining a divorce. Now he could spend more time with his hobbies: golf, fishing, and vacations. But he also spent several days a week doing home repair work for those in his retirement community. In time, several women customer...
[To my readers: Here are two shorter stories about mistresses and their slaves. In the first one, it's a couple of novices; in the second, long-term members of the scene. You choose which appeals to you more.] Drop Your Pants When I found out what Jack had paid for the new fishing-rod, I growled like a tigress. Downsizing and paranoia were the order of the...
He gave a gasp as he pumped the last of his semen into me, then with a cry of "Oh Cassie," he relaxed. We lay buried in the sweet smelling grass just above the sandbank by the bend in the river. I stroked his hair and face as he lay on me, his shaft still in me, slowly slackening. It had been sweet, almost bittersweet. It had been thirty years before when I...