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...
It had been a little over a week since my last encounter with "my Sir" and I was living up on a cloud with the sweet memories of what "my Sir" has taught me and shown me over the past several weeks. I enjoyed the fact that "Sir" was totally in control of our encounters and our communication. I had no way to contact him other than an obscure email address. Wh...
You may want to read previous chapters before this chapter. I'll be submitting a chapter each day till all five chapter are posted. A big 'Thank You' to estragon for editing this story and making it a much better read. Chapter 3: Our growing years I wanted to tell you more about our family and eventually how my wife and I became farther apart. We did ha...
(Many of the conversations in this chapter should be in colloquial French but are shown in English. They are not a translation but a re-telling in English.) I had my hysterectomy exactly a year ago today. Physically I have recovered from the operation. Mentally, I haven’t. I don’t think I’m a woman any more now the important bits have been removed. I know...
The rain fell in sheets in Little Rock on a bleak late August evening. Betty Atkinson perched on a stool behind the desk of the Hotel Aragon, blankly watching old sitcoms on the flickering TV behind the counter. She poured another cup of coffee and flicked an ash from her Virginia Slim. A couple of old men sat in the lobby, staring blankly ahead in their w...
Passion In James County XIX: Family Affairs Chapter twenty-nine When Matt got home, Mary met him at the door and they shared a long, passionate kiss. "What will we do all weekend?" she asked after the kiss ended. Matt grinned at her. "Silly question," he said. He grabbed her bottom and pulled her against him. When Mary felt the young man's swollen membe...
I've been in bed with a lot of men -- but I've not kinky. One man, one bed has been my general rule. Only for a few months did I participate in what might be called group sex. I was 38 and I had been divorced for many years and had learned, slowly and painfully, to enjoy sex for what it was -- recreation -- and not to anticipate true love. I became friends...
This is not a story about my wanting to watch my wife fuck another man. This is a story about how I ended up watching her. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Brenda and I have been married for thirty years and they have been damned good years. I know and have read about people whose marriages have gone stale after several years and who go lookin...
The name is Katelyn Roark. I'm a six-foot-one, busty and heavyset, deliciously big-bottomed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a district attorney with the Brockton City Prosecutor's Office. Just another straight-laced White female professional in a conservative business suit. That's me. All day, I'm prim and proper. When n...
Sheila took a deep breath to calm herself before getting out of her car. She was elated to finally be meeting Him after a month of communicating for hours at a time both, online and by telelphone. She knew what He looked like because He had sent her a picture, just as she had sent Him one of herself. That was not what made her so nervous. She was giddy with...