Chapter 01: Gardens and Esther They say sixty is the new forty but I don't really believe it. The only ones that do are living in a fantasy world, and I've met more then my share of them lately. Reality hit me right between the eyes when I turned seven years old. I found out there was no Santa Clause or Easter Bunny, not to mention the Tooth Fairy. She had...
The buzz of excitement that followed my first Official Hotwife Date was almost tangible. Though my affair was well over a month old, Monday evening's date had been the first time my lover and I had met with my husband's full knowledge; the first time he had fucked me with Pete's not-entirely-unreserved-but-helplessly-excited acquiescence. After over a yea...
FINAL CHAPTER—Scenes from a Troubled Marriage The next two weeks of August went by quickly, uneventfully. Marianne and I spoke at least every other day. Sometimes we had brief, routine phone calls; at other times I went home for dinner, or she came to my apartment, and we continued our painful conversations. We also resumed our habit of running together in...
What I needed was sex. It had taken until today for me to realize just how long it had been since I had last had sex. My last relationship had ended over eight months ago, and there hadn't been any time for anyone to fill the gaps between now and then. For the most part I was fine with it. My body had needs, but I was mostly able to satisfy myself when the...
There is a curious balance between watched and watching. Between prey and predator. He sees the whole class, he watches her. She sees him; she watches her back and knows because of this she is being watched. But by whom she doesn't fully know. It's a teacher, she knows. She feels the disapproving eyes on her as she moves from group to group, but they don't...
My thanks to Nancy. She is a fan of my works and emailed asking if I would write a story based on her fantasies. I agreed and she supplied me with some factual information (physical attributes, etc.) and this is the resulting story. So from that perspective only, this is not really a work of fiction. She has asked for a sequel, so look for it down the road....
While the front coffee shop was full of its morning customers, the dining room in the back was closed as usual until dinner. I put my laptop down on my table in the back corner and waited for it to boot as Suzie, my usual waitress, brought over my breakfast... Belgium waffle, strawberries, coffee now and iced tea, later... "Good morning, Hon," she said, pou...
30-year-old Janice Knox looked good in her pale blue skirt with the matching jacket. It looked professional, but still allowed her trim figure to show itself. The fact that it went well with her blonde hair, and that the color of the outfit matched the blue of her eyes didn't hurt at all either. She had been standing in line waiting for her table at Chez Art...
I never thought the temporary separation from my husband would end up playing out the way it had. It was meant only to clear my head and allow us to get professional help. Never planned on what happened while we were apart but than again I'm honestly not going to complain and he never found out about it either. My name is Marisa. I'm a pale skinned, blue e...
There are some that say that revenge is a waste of valuable time; time that could be put to more productive use doing other things. To me and to my way of thinking good mental health requires payback when you are fucked over. You have a choice: In ten or fifteen years you can look back and say, "Damn it! I should have......" or you can look back and smile at...