You leaned on the two men as they led you slowly back to the bed. Collapsing onto the bed, you sighed “God! That was fantastic, I would like to do it again sometime, but not now, I just want to sleep.” Jim smiled and said he was looking forward to it. However, he had a plane to catch in an hour and had to get to the airport. “Can you run me over, Rod? “ he...
This story is the third episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous two episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stori...
The party had been going on for almost three hours by the time midnight rolled around. Cigarette smoke wound its way around assorted-shaped forms of a fairly apathetic group of young undergrads, and the sweet scent of hashish intermingled with the nauseatingly rich aroma of Professor Rufus T. Bogsworth's maple-walnut-blend pipe tobacco. Bogsworth had the di...
Sorry to have taken so long to write this, but medical reasons have had me laid up. About the middle sixty's I was in my second year of college and home for the summer. I had taken a part time job with the neighbors to help Lenny fix up a cabin he and his wife, Bertha, had bought in northern Wisconsin. (If you read the two stories, Lawn Work Rewards you wil...
Freya scrambled across the bed and grabbed at the sheet that hung from the string. She gasped and covered herself as she heard Kerr slam into the front door. Slowly, her hand reached out toward the aging toolbox she used as a nightstand, and scooped up her earpiece. "I don't know. ... I said, I don't know!" Cautiously, she planted one bare foot on the floor....
This story is the eighteenth episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous seventeen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or ups...
Every man in our small community knew Jeanne. She was in her mid-thirties, short, slender and blonde. She had a cute face, a long neck, long legs for her height and a butt like a 16-year old. She owned a small gift shop, and yes, she knew the effect she had on men - and she loved to tease. I knew she was newly divorced, and I secretly hoped that she was read...
Chapter 8 Ex Libris Salvatio. Do you like that? I made it up. I have no idea whether it's actually Latin, but it is my new motto. From books, salvation. Or more accurately in my case, from the library, salvation. A lot of people find solace in the library; heck, I'd found some pretty good solace in the library myself the day after Christmas. But salvation?...
"Ok, we're all registered!" I said with a chuckle, pointing at my phone's screen. I assumed she'd know I was joking, since I had been trying, and failing, to play a good practical joke on her for almost as long as we had been friends. "Seriously? Oh my gosh, that's fantastic!" Jean exclaimed enthusiastically. I nodded, not quite expecting her reaction. She...
Chapter 24 On Monday morning, I was racing to my locker after English and before Astronomy to switch my books. Getting rid of Moby Dick alone would improve my posture for the rest of the morning. I quickly dialed the combination and jerked the locker open, only to have it slam close again. Tommy Narburg was standing right next to me. The locker door had app...