It was Wednesday, and opening night was two days away. Sir Charles had attended the dress rehearsal the night before, and had proclaimed the production excellent, in spite of the fact none of his original cast remained. Alfred helped me with plausible stories about the remaining players' defections, which Sir Charles took in stride. The run of the opera was...
Chapter 18 Bill Opens Up We returned to Pennsylvania the next day. No mention was made of Beatrice or Lizbeth, except for Dennis' comment that I would have enjoyed her pussy. I shrugged him off and changed the subject to baseball. The Series was down to the seventh and final game. We found a tavern and settled in as the third inning started. The Dodgers h...
When I entered the spa, there weren't more than 3 people there. It was a real quiet day. I headed for the men's locker room and changed into my sweats. As I walked to the back to find the weight bench that I wanted to exercise on, I noticed only one person lifting weights. Gail was a blonde body builder. She worked out daily to keep her body toned for comp...
Tom woke up in a good mood. It wasn't as good as an I-just-got-laid great mood, but it was the best he'd felt since Hannah disappeared. He'd dreamt about her again. Then, he got out of bed and ogled the naked pictures she'd sent the night before. Tom was so happy he decided to make breakfast. But the eggs were a month past their expiration date and the w...
Johnny, the man Sting murdered was Sting's biggest rival in the local dope trade. It was little wonder why Sting made it to the top of somebody's hit list already. A dope boss was dead, which meant stakes were about to be re-arranged and territories were up for grabs. Sting was the second biggest distributor and taking over from his rival would surely increa...
I thought it a delightful surprise. Kate never makes any specific sexual request or desire of hers known. I'd tried on many occasions to get her to confide in me (her husband of 15 years) some of her sex fantasies or any unfulfilled desires. She always turned the conversation off. Apparent discomfort speaking openly about sex. I had hoped I could get her to...
"Where are the donuts?" said a husky voice from the next cubicle. Shreya had just moved into the office that was to be her workplace for the next 3 months. She was a consultant from India and she was here in the Midwest on an assignment. These assignments usually meant living away from her husband. She hated that and was not relishing the prospect of being...
If you didn't look down, the powder almost felt like you were walking through snow. But it wasn't cold. It had a soft, silky feeling similar to when a cat rubbed your leg. Holding the cloth tight to my face to keep out the dust, I made my way through the darkening afternoon towards the old truck sitting beside the tall wagon it towed. Colored like a circus...
The idea for these narratives started as talks with my wife about my sex drive vs. hers. She holds the viewpoint that I am somewhat overly focused on sex at our age, which is for us, early our 50s. We have had many discussions and comparing of experiences, what it all actually accomplished is yet to be seen. Chapter 2.1 -- More Rhonda Rhonda...if anyone...
As opening day approached at our new club near Almería, our preparations became more urgent, and I decided to take Martina into my confidence as a sort of second-in-command, to fulfil the role I had started to take on under Doña Francisca at the club we had so recently left behind. Sergio was in full agreement, especially as it meant the three of us sleeping...