Saint Patrick's Day has always been a blast for my husband and our friends. We always take the day off of work and head downtown to hit all of the Irish bars. We normally get some rooms at one of the local hotels to share. Can't afford to pay the ticket to drive home anymore. With the 17th falling on a Sunday this year we all took off Monday and check in ear...
This is Chapter 2 of the Story of Marci. She's a lady discovering her sexuality in ways that surprise even her. I suggest you first read Chapter 1 to fully understand this chapter. This is a work of fiction. No characters in this story is real, I make no pretense that they might even exist as real people under other names. All characters in this tale are ov...
Since the wife has no active part in this story, there is reason not to have it in Loving Wives. But, since retribution is such a major theme in this category, it does seem to fit here. It was a cold Tuesday evening in mid November and Bruce Finley was still at his office. He was working on a contract that had to be done by Friday. Finley seldom procrast...
A SEXUAL BACKGROUND: I have to admit that I am drawn to the most sexually promiscuous situations possible. Sometimes these urges lead me to an influx of obsessive regret when I contemplate what is morally acceptable. But I can't help myself. And in hindsight, maybe I enjoy my sexual edge. The goal is that I need to find others who share the same enthusiasm....
She came up to our table and in a German accent, stated her name as Donna and she would be our waitress. She then began taking orders for our drinks. When she got up to me, I could see a 'look of need' in her eyes. I motioned to her with my finger to come closer. She leaned in toward me and I ordered a club soda with a twist of lemon. I don't drink and I di...
It was the weekend of the Forth of July and I was alone as usual. I had been invited to a couple of parties, but really wasn't into the party scene anymore; at least not as much as I had been. I decided to take a cooler full of beer, along with some grilling food and stay at one of the cabins at Irish Lake's more picturesque locations. The cabin I had picke...
The noise from the adjacent bedroom window caught his attention. Randy had been sitting on the motel porch in front of his room, reading the newspaper, and sipping a drink. He had been on the road for several days and this was his first opportunity to catch up on the news from a national perspective. However, the moans and cries that emanated from the open w...
"You know Phil, I wish you would call me Breezy." He looked over the top of his menu at his 22 year old assistant and asked her, "Why would I call you that, Beatrice?" Breezy smiled and ran her hand through her unnaturally black shoulder length hair, "Because that's what all of his friends call me." "It would feel a little presumptuous; I'm almost twice...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: For several years, a friend and I made the rounds, living out some pretty terrific encounters. These stories are fictionalized accounts of what made life so much fun for her and me. I start somewhere in the middle. Maybe in a later chapter, we'll go back to the beginning. Enjoy. Be in touch... **This chapter picks up exactly where Ch. 1 ended...
My girlfriend Marla and I had gotten jobs at the same summer camp, and after spending the year at our different colleges with only an occasional weekend together, I was bursting with joy that my incessant days of chronic horniness would soon be coming to an end. I was looking forward to a relaxing summer in the mountains with days of sun and fresh air, surro...