Carol was having trouble staying awake. Too many years in charity work had left her jaded. She had simply heard too many horror stories, too many lies, to be touched by it any more. It was closing on thanksgiving and the line of people wanting handouts just grew and grew as the festive time drew near. She HATED holidays and the line of people seeking help,...
A loving couple copes with his diabetes Greetings all; in my stories my characters exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows? My latest offering is a romantic story involving a typical middle class couple. In it I try to show how diabetes, cuckolding, and voyeurism can enhance a happy marriage between two peop...
Brief Backstory: The setting is a Middle America town in the late 1970's, and Lute, our hero, is a well-hung 18-year-old who's finishing high school, playing bass in a rock band, and spreading his own brand of goodwill among the local ladies. *** Lute had some preparations to make for his band's weekend gig at the nearby college. He needed to do some work...
Edited by Melado Helen tossed and turned for hours, trying to sleep. Her mind had other ideas. Her feelings for Duncan jumbled, bumped and danced through her head. She nearly hated him when she remembered his giving her that detective's report on Gerry. Then she would remember how wonderful he had been on that high hill in the moonlight. Every time she did...
They call me Horse and I'm the caretaker here at the Vicar's big house, since I left the army anyway. The Reverend Michael chose me himself, from quite a few lads. I'm good with tools and my hands but he didn't seem to care. He licked his lips and walked round me. Half expected him to pat my flank and feed me sugarlumps. "You are so disarmingly innocent. Lik...
WARNING!!! This story is about cuckolding and humiliation. If this offends you, please do not read it. * It was a strangely unreal feeling, standing there, dressed like a little tart, in my wife's used undies and nylons. I was suddenly aware that I would be forced to watch, in the presence of Margaret and William and I had a sinking feeling of utter...
Dear Pallo and Siden, My heart breaks even as I write this, because just the thought of leaving you is painful. When I'm with you I feel like I'm in the right place for the first time in my whole life, and when I'm with you things feel different and I can actually imagine a future with both of you. But it will never be, and it breaks my heart. And I guess t...
Laying there in bed, her body pressed up against my side, my arm around her. Her fingers lightly tracing up and down my bare chest. I smiled to myself as I raised the remote and flipped the TV to the game. This was the life. The woman of my dreams snuggled against me, half naked, and the Red Sox on the tube. Laying the remote on top of the sheet covering us...
I stood in front of the mirror for a good long while. I was in a small bathroom in a two star hotel; somewhere in Kentucky. There were two small beds with hideously patterned bedspreads. The air conditioning unit clanked and hummed over in front of the one window. The window was covered with those cheap vertical blinds. I had been in enough of these hotels t...
I am Sally. Where do I begin? This is an account of 6 months of my life which I can never tell the truth about. It happened 18 months ago and started with me reading an advert in a national newspaper looking for English teachers to work in Bahrain. Having been a teacher in the UK for 20 years I had got stalled off with the job and desperately wanted to do so...