The fourth part of my memoirs. * * * * * Once Trish and I were married, we moved into an unfurnished flat. Actually, it was the downstairs half of a big old converted Victorian terrace - the sort where you share the outside front door with the upstairs flat, but each household has its own door off the front hallway. It was a bit tatty but very cheap. In fa...
The Dance September is an interesting month on base here. With the Air Force birthday being this month there's usually at least a gaggle of different dog and pony shows and different events. Since my flight with Ashley two months ago I have been hoping to run into her again and let her know how to get that bra back. She should really have to work at it. T...
I'd spent the two days after my tryst with Beth trying to steel my resolve. I'd know that becoming sexually involved with her could be a mistake, one that would destroy both of our families and I hoped that I'd gotten past the worst of it. That is until I came home that third afternoon and saw a copy of, "My Father's Dragon," sitting on the kitchen table. B...
This story could be the first of a few episodes, it depends on the reactions I receive for this story. I could tell how we met and got together and so on. Enjoy! This story is my imagination, any semblance to any person is purely a coincidence. I would like to thank Dawn Johnson for taking the time and effort to edit this story. Going up... I had been dati...
I was once an assistant teacher in a dancing academy, and although I was teaching classes in ballet and tap I also taught ballroom dancing, and shared our long list of clients with my principal. I got quite friendly with some of these clients, naturally, as they strove for medals, and, naturally as a dance teacher, I was quite blasé when my breasts pressed...
Authors note: I love my husband, and no one else. He is not my cuck, my wimp or whatever you want to call him. But this is a story of "Loving wives" or women having sex with men other than their husband. If this is not for you, please stop here. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. This is the fourth part of my story where I "marry" my lover and st...
This is my first story and it would not have been possible without the help of volunteer editor Zooey Audrey. Please be kind. * I'm a pretty lucky guy I think. My wife, who I've known since grade school, likes doing all kinds of things from the vanilla to the naughty, and I love her very much for it. We especially like having sex outdoors and I would like...
07:45 AM. Terrace of Angels Building. There were 7 extremely beautiful women gathered near a big dining table, speaking in low tones. The women were all in there prime and had really sexy figures, on top of that they were dressed in really sexy, tight dresses that showed those figures to advantage. Even though they were in the office their dresses did no...
I have been living under this preconception that people think I am gay. I guess it's my knowledge of fashion and wine, and my disinterest in sports. Rather than a cheeseburger and fries, I was much happier with salads and yogurt. I was rather skinny and poorly developed as a man. I only stood to 5'6", and had a frail feminine frame. My hands were slight an...
When I was 24, I meet this wonderful, handsome man at my new job. I had just been hired as a third grade teacher at an elementary school in a county next to the one I grew up in here in Florida. I know I'm being a bit mysterious here but I am trying to protect my identity from getting to the old church ladies on the PTA and school board because I know it wou...