For over sixteen years I have been in love with Jennifer, a woman I met in school. We spent years avoiding having sex because we were committed to others, but finally after the following letter, we met in Minneapolis her hometown and spent a night together... * Dear Jennifer "On Waiting for Better Things" Because we are not head-over-heals, slap-me-silly...
In memory of my editor, adetaildiva. * Sunday after church I called Nan and asked her to dinner that evening. Nothing much was said until we had our drinks. "I'm sorry about the other night," she started. "Nan, I think we need to break this off." "No. I don't want to. I admit I made a mistake. I shouldn't have ignored you like that." "Nan, wait. It's n...
I called Shiri. "Hi Shiri, it's been awhile. How have you been?" "Hi Jimmy! We've missed you! Other than that, everything is fine." "I've missed you guys, too. Listen, I'd like to set up a little intimate get-together. You and Christine are more than welcome to participate. What's your schedule like?" "Let me see... How's this Friday evening?" "That woul...
This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any real person or entity are entirely coincidental and unintended. The story starts a little slowly. Please be patient. ***** First, I should say that Oceanbreeze Court is several hundred miles away from the nearest ocean. It is a cul de sac in an upscale development on the east side of a medium-sized M...
Recently I decided to share my story of how I became a cross dressing slut. While always turned on by stockings and heels my first real chance came after I turned 18 and went to my first adult costume party. A little more about myself. At 18 I was 5'11", 175. I had long hair which was the style of the day cut in a shag. My cock is small, 5 inches but I have...
Wife's Night Out, Giving her enough rope to hang herself You all know my writing style well enough to know If you like it or not. If not, don't bother to read It. Chilleywilley helped me a bit on it, but he's not much better than I am. So it's rough, but it's the way I wrote It. * It was Friday night and Char was getting out of the tub as I came into the...
This story is a continuation from "Sharing my Wife: Stripper Part 2". ***** The next few weeks were pretty similar except for one small detail. Michelle asked Shaun to take her to the club Saturday nights, then went home with him. I missed those great fucks when she came home so horny, but twice I did bring Trisha to our house with me after she got off wor...
This story is like the rest of my stories in that I do not write them with much descriptive sex in them. I like to think that my style is more of describing the chase, than the actual catch. It is just a quirk I have, although this story should have enough facts for you to fill it in if you use your imagination. The idea for this story came one day when the...
I scanned the club from the end of the long bar. I saw the table of my wife's co-workers, she wasn't sitting with them. The dance floor was crowded but you couldn't miss him. He looked like he just stepped out of a Harlequin novel. Long flowing black hair, dark tan and the top two buttons of his black shirt unbuttoned. He must be a gym rat or work constructi...
Recently, and inexplicably, a number of fifty dollar words have wormed their way into my vocabulary. I have an irresistible impulse to use them in a story (I don't know if there is a word for that condition). So that you don't think that I'm a totally pretentious asshole, I'll define them for you at the start: Atychiphobia – unwarranted fear of failure Conc...