He sat by the large window in the living room, looking out over the marina – and the raging Pacific beyond. A small boat, an open cockpit fishing boat, was pounding through heavy swell, beating it's way against strong winds towards the T-shaped breakwater that protected the marina entrance, and as he watched the scene unfolding below the apparent anxiety of...
My wife, Brenda, and I decided to finally go ahead and do it. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Yeah? Are you?" she countered. "Yeah. Let's go for it." "It" was a threesome. Neither she nor I had ever experienced one before. I had never even come close, not that she had. It's just because I had no other partners before I met Brenda. We have been married for...
This story is, like others of mine in this genre, a fantasy. I have had much fan-mail, mostly favourable, but there have been those who misunderstand the true nature of BDSM – even one who thought I ought to have learned something from Nazi death camps! I think of myself as a feminist, and anti-violence, and believe that the receiver of punishment may...
Sandra woke first. She slipped out of the bed. It was strange to be able to move without Mary in tow. It seemed like she had always been chained to Mary. Sandra went into the bathroom. She dialed in her bath. Sandra set the water temperature high. Sandra loved to be cradled in hot water. Sandra was reminded of her love making last night, when she slipped in...
{This story is about a real couple I knew. I posted it as not erotic, at least it doesn't seem that way to me. It's more of a tragedy, really. Terry as a guy to know was pretty nice, normal most of the time but he drank way too much. His wife was a mildly plump lady who kept a perfect house and it appeared from the outside that she loved him. I had chatt...
Evolution, change over time. The mailgirls program had seen it's fair share, but now, Neal, my old assistant, had been named head of the program and he intended to "streamline" it. For too long, he said, there had been too many hands in the pot and as a result too many rules, often contradictory, had been created. Now, with him as the new head, there will be...
My thanks and gratitude goes out to my editor "wires" for his assistance with this story. Once again he has improved my offering. ***** Jerry was still in high school when Preacher Rowe and his family moved to town. Reverend Rowe was the preacher for the largest non-denominational church in the southwest part of the state. To give the devil his due he was...
PART THREE Chapter Five Kerry sat alone in the lounge area of the suite, a book open in her lap to the same page it had been for an hour. Billy was still awake, clacking away at his computer, and Henry was waiting for her, though she hoped he was already asleep. It couldn't be love. It had to be infatuation. That was it! She had never felt either before,...
It was nothing like the night before that Manson entered the bus. His mood was a dark one, and his fingers were wrapped tightly around the handle of his duffle bag, squeezing it until his knuckles were turning white from the pressure. He wasn't quite sure why he was so pissed off about Jamie leaving the way he did, without another word. The very moment that...
Lindsey was not a happy girl. She wasn't unhappy, exactly. If anything, her emotional state was non-existent. Her senior year in high school could have been ecstatic, vibrant, chaotic, frightful, painful, embarrassing, any number of adverbs or adjectives. Instead, it simply---was. She would have considered herself a drone if she thought of herself at all....