I have received lots of interesting E-Mails from readers of "My Day of Roses" stories. One, however, from a guy named George sent from Kavala Greece was especially captivating. It looked like a form message advertising himself. Out of curiosity I answered his email and was intrigued and excited by what he said to me in follow up letters. His letters were hon...
Last week, Jonathan Creighton created a stir by performing nude in The Dance of Darkness. While female nudity is not commonplace, it has occurred in the past. This was the first nude performance by a male actor on this campus. The campus has been abuzz since. We at the Daily asked Jonathan for an interview to explore how it felt break new ground. Daily: Yo...
Chapter 1: Seth's dark secrets Jay had planned on waiting a while before moving in on Seth, but the old boy forced his hand. When Hilary put Jay's name forward for promotion to head of the sales Department, Seth opposed it. Without his approval, the promotion would not happen. It was then that Jay threw all his energy into digging for some dirt on Seth. J...
Author's Note: This story could reasonably be classified under Nonconsent or Fetish (Tease and Denial) or perhaps even some other category like SciFi. I think Fetish is the best spot, but will offer an apologetic shrug if readers think differently. Happy reading! * "Wake up, sleepyhead!" The guard tapped my bunk with her police baton. I opened one eye and...
I'm in a small Greek town, in the late summer. Quiet streets, shuttered houses, sun and leaf shadows on the paving. Most Greeks away on their summer holidays, the bars and cafés quiet. I sit in a cafe on the main square sipping a tiny coffee, and gradually became aware of the interest of a pair of Greek girls a few tables away. They glance briefly at me, tal...
My wife Lori's 48th birthday was fast approaching. I had not planned any special events as my own birthday was three days later and I had asked Lori to plan one of our new erotic adventures as my present. On the day before her birthday, our friends Jen and Tony called to invite us for a birthday dinner at their house. This was fine by me as I was relieved of...
When I left my job in Africa to move back to Thailand in 1986, I was 44 years old and still in the full flower of my sluthood, a confident, mature, attractive, successful woman. Having had a hysterectomy 11 years earlier I had no restraints due to periods or fear of pregnancy. My sexual partners now totaled more than ninety. I regretted only a few of them...
I have trouble keeping my boobs contained in bikinis, especially those that are just two triangles of cloth with no underwire support. I have 36 D breasts and they ooze out of the cloth. Of course I could have just gone topless on the Greek beach. All the other women were. But I was thirty-eight years old with a bit too much flop and sag to take it all off...
Cade Randall stepped out of his car. It was around twelve and he was in a bit of a hurry. Cade was a freshman at the Boston University. He was also a fast-rising star of the school's football team. He was a rather striking-looking guy. Six feet three inches and two hundred and ten pounds of well-muscled caucasian male with blond-white hair and pale blue eyes...
The morning after our photo shoot, we slept late -- thoroughly enjoying our new accommodations in the island's main hotel. The events of the day before, the high praise for our work from Kostas, Lara and Mika, a celebratory dinner and some more celebratory lovemaking had left us quite exhausted. It would be a couple of days before Kostas processed the film a...