This is the final part of John Meets Sandra. ******************** A few weeks had past since our honeymoon. It was a Saturday, so I slept until noon. When I then got up I looked around in the apartment, Jamaar's door was closed so I guess that Sandra hadn't gone up yet. Even though I had completely accepted Sandra's need for black men, I did wish that no...
I knelt at the door waiting for my wife to get home from her date with Tom, I had completed my chores; cleaned the house, the car and the garden as well as prepare some drinks for Sarah and her lover. I also made the bed, lit some candles and laid out some lube (even though she never needed it). I was wearing my collar and tight black shorts, with nothing el...
Charles Gray was the sort of man who would not be noticed in a crowd. However as Professor of English at the local University he was instantly recognisable by his students. They knew him as a dedicated teacher and although very popular, he was also the butt of many a joke told at his expense. To be blunt, Charles Gray was a weedy looking individual, skinn...
During the absence of the newlyweds, my time was split between work and endless moments of thinking at home. I had a feeling of emptiness; I was missing Abida and our Master. This, however, gave me plenty of time to consider the situation I would have to face when they return. I could not avoid thinking that I had been the initiator of all this, the one, no...
Note - this is a piece of fiction. The characters are not real. The scenario is purely a fantasy and does not describe any actual relationship. Laurel is not my actual wife. Enjoy! ***** I stood at the altar alone with Rev. Carl, the minister, looking out at the wedding guests. It wasn't a large wedding, still to me it seemed there were a lot of people l...
Our Wedding was a stressful event. I know, almost all weddings are, but ours was more than most. First of all, taking it place in Piedmont while we were living next to Milan, my parents were more or less in charge. You can imagine the problems, when the mother takes the lead... Second, I was a Catholic marrying a non-Catholic in Italy. It isn't as you thi...
Four months and ten days, had said Abida. It has been a very busy period of time for the three of us. Of course, my work as CEO kept me quite active. Apart from that, Master Faisal had asked me to help Abida with her preparations for the wedding as such and the banquet that was to follow. This was to be an "intimate" wedding, the number of guests being limi...
Not a lot of sex, just enough to get the story told. Think about how you would react; hopefully you'll never have to find out. I had just finished my beer when I noticed Jim walking through door. Motioning him over to the end of the bar, I called out to the bartender. "Hank, give me two more will you," as Jim sat on the bar stool next to me. "Got your...
Annette and Nathaniel were the ideal couple in so many ways. They both were considered 'geeky' in school. They were both virgins when they got married. In modern society, that is almost unheard of, but it was true. And rather painfully true to Nathaniel. Annette was wrapped up in her studies and was very religious growing up. Her father was a preacher and sh...
I awoke blurry eyed. My naked body was pressed tightly against my new bride's warm clothless form. It was the first morning of our honeymoon at a Sandals Resort in Jamaica. I pried my eyes open and looked around the room. Carole's wedding dress was draped over the love seat and two champagne bottles sat, empty, on the coffee table. My head ached, my mouth...