-----0----- Note: It order to get the full impact of this story, one must first read Chapter 1 -----0----- The scene is a few days later at a decrepit old farmhouse, the home of Tommy Joe and his Pa. In the front yard is Lester's dilapidated old pick up truck and a shiny new, operating oil well with a huge storage tank. A very attractive young woman, perh...
I woke-up to the sound of Johnny Horton singing about the battle that took place in New Orleans. I jumped up out of bed, clicked off the radio alarm, and went to the bathroom to take a piss. It was another beautiful Saturday morning. There was a fog out, so I decided to cook a big breakfast. I fixed coffee, scrambled eggs, and four slices of bacon. It didn't...
Frequently, you and I have had discussions about seeing each other in our dreams. Dreams of eroticism and debauchery. Fantasies of torrid affairs with perfect strangers. It makes our sex life more exciting at times. Agreeing to keep such fantasies unrealized. Always unable to partake, I am a voyeur. Being, not feeling. A helpless spectator. People and place...
This story is copyrighted ©, all rights reserved. If you wish to use it please contact the author. * Drop by drop, the olive oil spread on the pan, its deep yellow color hiding on the black surface. The flame under the pan rose higher and soon after a garlic clove fell into the oil, tiny bubbles of air started forming at the edges. They would come to the...
The Bigger Bang "Thanks for meeting me here." I looked around the room of the restaurant of the Aventeen Hotel for our waiter. I wasn't sure Quinn would want a glass of wine, but was sure I needed one. Wednesday afternoon. I knew that would be a busy working day for her. "No, it is nice to have a break between clients," she said waving to the restaurant m...
Tastes like pineapple Dear fans. I probably wrote a story before about when my wife actually surprised the crap out of me. She came to bed on night, knowing I was waiting for her — wearing a blue sheer half cup bra and panties with bows on the side. As I kneeled before her I nibbled on her breasts until she couldn't wait any longer and she begged me to pull...
It actually was my high school reunion. I don't know how I agreed to come here, but I did. Nearly 30 years, man we're all older. I had to be on the coast for business, those high school friends I'm still in touch with from the Northwest, upstate New York, Michigan, and midtown all agreed we should go to this one. We had a fairly good time during the cockta...
Part 4 ….. THE NEXT MORNING …………………. Hema was sounding asleep when Venkaji came in at around 7 am. Hema was sleeping in the nightie and the saree was well folded and kept inside the almirah. Hema had not forgotten the handycam, in fact after leaving Meekri at the door she quickly went back to retrieve the same from Ananth’s room. There were 3 tapes of 90 m...
Sex had become boring--very boring. Not that it wasn't good. It fit the old question, "How was the worst orgasm you ever had?" The answer, of course, is: "Fabulous!" I always had an orgasm and, most of the time that I could tell, so did my girlfriend. She even seemed to get off giving me a blow job and swallowing my cum, especially when we are doing "...
(An excerpt from my novel, "El Dorado", of which I'll publish more if this is well recieved.) Sarah watched the man's face as he slept in the dim red light of the fever curtains. A stray sunbeam moved diagonally across the thin coverlet and highlighted a small mound in the fabric below his waist. He breathed in and out softly through his open mouth, emittin...