After my friend from the farm next door went into military service, I had more time to date women while attending college. At a dance party celebrating a football game victory I happened to meet a young lady that had gone to high school with me. Debra was a little chubby, still carrying some baby fat I guess, and shy acting, but really attractive. She had lo...
"What are you doing? Can you SEE the other cars here, or is your head too far up your ass?" It seemed that David was having real trouble controlling his temper. Ordinarily, I would have made a joke about the wisdom of yelling at people who can't hear you, but this weekend, I was trying to keep my sense of humor to myself. I was tense, and my jokes get propor...
As we were getting ready for bed one evening, Pam said, "Tim, I'm starting to be worried. Lately I've been so tired, and I've been getting a persistent ache in my back, painkillers don't touch it. I think something might really be wrong." I went to sit next to her on the bed, and put my arm round her shoulders. "I'm sorry, love. I had noticed that you didn'...
I staggered back from Trent's room several hours later. My skin was glistening as though I had just run a few miles. I even felt like I had run a few miles, but the truth was that I just spent the last 4 hours getting high and getting fucked by the biggest dick I had ever seen. My shorts and tank top were also soaked in a mixture of sweat and other juices. I...
It was the second week after graduating from high school and the parties, barbecues and other celebrations were starting to wind down. I'd been wise and had delayed starting my summer work schedule so I'd been able to attend pretty much everything without having to also squeeze in working. Surprisingly, I wasn't feeling burned out, but part of that was proba...
This story was inspired by "In Praise of the Stepmother" by Mario Vargas Llosa. I first published a different version of this story, with a different title, 10 years ago. This version has been substantially reworked. Enjoy. Thanks to Pink Delphi for her editing assistance. --- CHAPTER 1 Serafina and I have been happily married for several years, and the l...
One of my dearest friends in this university community is my neighbor Celia Rosenthal, who has been in charge of hospitality programs for international students. For the past several years she had grown to count on my husband Garth and me to befriend particular foreign students, whom we would entertain from time to time. Three years ago after our Chinese "gi...
Monday 12th Dear Diary... I've never written a diary before. No, wait, that's not true. I think I did once. I seem to remember I filled in about two lines for a couple of days before giving up. I was only 14 at the time, a whole third of my life ago. Looking back, I don't really feel like I've changed that much, though I suppose I must have, because I've...
"You must be joking," I said. "You want me to drive all the way to San Francisco just for a dance? You do realize, Kenny, that that's close to an hour and half drive from here?" "Come on, Mike," Kenny responded. "Live a little. There will be lots of women there. You need to stop living in your cocoon and get out. How many times are you going to spend the we...
It was a vacation that all three couples were looking forward to. Myself, Cindy and Richard had known each other since High School. We all three had received scholarships to the U of I. I in basketball, Richard in football and Cindy was a cheerleader. While in college we had met our respective spouses. Cindy married Carl who also played basketball, Richard m...