Part 4 - On the Road My wild women were in their element. Taking their newly granted vacation, renting a roomy RV, and hitting the Interstate. After two hard days, we were in western Nebraska on the track of the pioneers. Ahead, in the late afternoon sun, was Scottsbluff, the famous limestone monolith that guided pioneer wagon trains into Wyoming and the hi...
Anne and I had had an almighty row. I had finally broached the subject of swinging and it had not gone down well. She hadn't spoken to me for a couple of days and there was no sign of a thaw in the chill atmosphere. I had been into sexual deviancy all my life but had never shared it with anyone keeping it strictly between my wanking hand and myself. I dec...
It's harder than ever to make time for my job. Time is so critical. Here I am nursing my baby, Des's son, Kane Michael, who's all of seven months old, and, of course, my granddaughter, Darcie, who's racing toward three years old. She also is Des's daughter by my daughter Shaleen. Poor Shaleen has many months to go before she's even eligible for parole. But...
This is the sixth Part of a Novella, covering the tortuous and seemingly endless mind games of a very high value takeover of X Co Ltd on the NYSE. Readers will gain considerably from reading the build up earlier Parts, but this Part does stand on its own. Two women, Pam and Sue, being identical twins had most of their lives played men off, regularly unawar...
Just a few customary words of warning, without reading earlier parts of this story, this particular section won't make a lot of sense. The characters and story are fictitious though many of the place names are not. The story is the sole property of the writer and may not be used without permission from the Author. Again I have to admit the invaluable help I...
It took about a good three months of solid planning for the Jerk-a-Thon to finally come to fruition. The delays in staging the event were caused mainly by conflicts resulting from the various female celebrities who had to rearrange their ever-demanding schedules. The male performers themselves presented no such problem; all who had accepted the Olsen sister'...
My first full day in South Africa headed toward its end and aware I had felt very lonely exploring the town, its shops and wandering along the beach, I questioned the wisdom of three weeks seven thousand miles from London. Shops closed and too early for dinner at my hotel, I killed time in 'Deja's' -- its owner's abbreviation of 'Déjà vu' -- an apt name for...
CHAPTER ONE My name is Joe. About eight months ago, I had made the acquaintance of a woman named Amanda at a party I'd attended through a co-worker's invitation. I had left the party with her that night to help her with some technical difficulties with her home computer. One thing led to another, and the two of us ended up engaged in kinky pursuits for a we...
Note. This is undoubtedly a cuckold story but I see it as fairly light hearted. Some may be interested to know that there is a large element of truth in the tale. * Carol and I first got together when we were both aged twenty-one and in our final year at music college. She was being trained in piano up to symphony concert standard while I was mastering dr...
After months of restless travel, Gyllen had now exhausted every locale he desired to visit on Occasus, the western continent, although his journey was far from being over, for the prince had still yet to visit Purvaja, the mystifying lands of the exotic east located across the vast Tishtrya Strait that rent the Pavlova Empire between east and west and signif...