This story is the third, and final, chapter of a trilogy. It is strongly recommended that you read 'Doctor's Orders' and 'Doctor's Orders, Chapter 2' before reading this story. I hope you enjoy the conclusion to a true-life series of events. * * * * * * My affair with Doctor Monique Davidson continued at a torrid pace. It appears that she was as infatuated...
Dana went out to a club this evening with her friend Cynthia. I watched her in the bedroom as she got ready - she put on her sexiest French lingerie that I'd bought her for Christmas - a lacy black and brown bra and thong panties, on top of that she wore a short and sexy dress with very revealing décolletage, nice earrings, very sexy makeup and her red stile...
Golfing attire was scattered all over the floor of the bedroom of the rental that we were occupying. Sara and I were intertwined on the bed making love. Sara picked up the phone on the night table and ordered a bottle of Champagne. We did not try to cover up but let the serving staff walk in while we were both naked and in each other arms. They brought the b...
The amber liquid of the bourbon in my glass was a metaphor for my life right now. My once clear, well ordered life is now dark and murky. I swirl the ice around the glass like the thoughts swirling around my mind. How could she do this to me? Why would she do it? Was it something I had done? Was I not man enough? What do I do now? All these thoughts and mor...
Dear Paul, I wanted to write you to catch you up on my latest adventures. I know you're always eager for details, and I have some for this month I which I think you will enjoy reading about. Be sure and get somewhere private when you read this because you are going to be hot under the collar (among other places) with what I have to write! Only a few close...
"You've met the like of him before; a big, brash, never politically correct, loud-mouth; he's uncouth, obnoxious; always right (in his own mind); prejudiced; and insufferable. That's Joe Jorgen, or as I call him, The Asshole." As this story begins The Asshole lived just down the street from me. We have a friendly neighborhood where no one likes to rock the...
SHARED IN THE HARBOR Hubby and I are an Alaska commercial fishing family. We live on our boat moored in the harbor of this small island town. The harbor is a neighborhood, just like any neighborhood on shore. And like neighbors often do, Hubby borrowed a set of socket wrenches from another boat so he could work on our engine. As frequently happens aboard a...
It seems that I spent the first sixteen years of my life waiting for my mother, and the last eight waiting for my wife Joyce. Even though I'm only thirty, in 2016 I can sing every word of the old (1951) Pee Wee King song "Slow Poke," the most salient part of which is: "Time means nothing to you, I wait and then Late again, eight o'clock, nine o'clock, quar...
Katie was the only girl there. Right away I thought that was kinda odd. There were six of us guys from work, including me, and it was the first time I'd been invited to one of their beer-and-poker evenings, even though I'd been working with them for about six months. To begin with I guess I just thought that they were just racists and they didn't want a blac...
The tall good looking young man confidently approached the 30-ish woman seated at the bar. Wearing a stylish one piece swimsuit and cover up, she had caught his eye when she came into the hotel bar some 30 minutes ago. Though she was conservatively dressed for a resort like Cancun Mexico, her beauty still radiated. She kept checking her watch and glancing at...