This story is fiction. I have tried to minimize the use of military jargon or at least use the full names of ranks and when using slang terminology, explain them in conjunction with the slang. ***** A Nice Librarian Jayson Alexander waved to his wife as she drove away; she gave him an air-kiss and a tiny beep of her horn in farewell. He smiled to himself...
"Sound the alarms, sound the alarms!" an angel yelled aggressively. The sound of his voice could barely be heard over his frantically pumping wings and the chatter around him. His gold laced robes flew about him as he tried to land on the precipice where the elders were holding their talks. He was at the edge of a large outcropping in the mountain. A stream...
(c) 2010, All rights reserved Foreword: Dear Reader, this is a story about wife sharing and/or the "voyeur hubby" syndrome. While some "Loving Wives" tales are about a committed, monogamous relationship, most are about the erotic nature of opening a marriage, infidelity, or some other variation – which are not "pure." This story also contains some bi-sexual...
This is my first attempt writing a story of this genre, if you don't like it please move on, constructive criticism and suggestions welcomed. Vote and leave a comment. This is a multipart series and the reader will need to start at the beginning to completely understand the story. I think for most guys when in high school and college they labeled some of t...
As Jay Sands wipes his brow and grabs his towel he catches his reflection in the mirror. He is proud of what he sees. His tight workout shirt showed his flat stomach and powerfully built upper body. His shorts though long and baggy, still displayed his trim waist and muscle packed backside. His sculpted calves and tapered ankles give a hint towards his athle...
Chapter 1: Anal Edgar Jay moved in together with Edgar and soon realized why everyone at the University said Edgar was anal. He was a pompous, arrogant bastard and he was stingy as hell. Though he had a long grip, as in generous allowance, he was such a miser. He did not have to pay a cent for the family apartment, but he secretly charged Jay an exorbitant...
DAY TWO OF THE CRUISE TO BARCELONA Jay woke up leisurely on Sunday morning and lay in bed for a while thinking about his encounter with Caridad the night before. He was still somewhat shaken by his willingness to have sex with a transsexual but more so, that he had enjoyed it so much. She was so damn pretty and shapely that it had been way too easy. Her bod...
This is the final chapter of the story. It is also being told in flashbacks, using direction arrows to indicate past from present. I'd like to thank Kev again for his editing help, as well as several good friends who offered wonderful advice. >>>>>>> "Flight 473 to Dallas, now boarding." The sudden announcement caught Jay by surprise. He realized that he...
The Desperate Housewife Aunt Melinda was always glad to lend an ear when a friend of hers was in need. Not that Kelli was really a friend of hers. She knew Kelli through a Latina friend of hers, who Vanessa. Vanessa was a Colombian born and bred in the US, whereas Kelli had come over from the home country five years previously. Vanessa was one of those wome...
Jay was driving cautiously down the interstate as the rain was so blinding he could barely see the road even a foot in front of the headlights. Visibility was nonexistent. He was going to have to pull over and wait this out. Then, out of nowhere, he saw a glimpse of white. Was it his imagination, or was there a girl running as though her life depended on it,...