Chapter 3 More Than Friends The next few weeks went by in a blur and looking back on them, Nancy couldn't believe how quickly she'd grown used to having a man desire her or having a man in her life who made her feel as young and alive as Paul made her feel. It wasn't just the sex, either. In fact, they only had sex once more in the following three weeks an...
This is the second in a series of episodes that involve mature women who share one thing in common. Let's just say they are Rubanesque in stature. One can ask with validity why a man would write such a saga. I don't know quite frankly. The thought just came to me once and I followed it taking several months off and on to complete it to my satisfaction. Let m...
I've always loved all kinds of musicians, but for some reason, I've always been partial to drummers. I love their strong arms, strong hands, their single-mindedness, and level of endurance. Tonight I'm surprising a friend who is part of a quartet, playing in a small club, off the strip in Las Vegas. We are both from around here so our paths cross once in aw...
It's a few years down the road and you and I are married. We live in a cozy 3 bedroom house, a room we turned in to an office, and the second is a guest room, and finally, the master bedroom where we participate in all of our guilty pleasures. Knowing about our high sex drives, we have sex almost every or every other week night, and multiple times on weeke...
Chapter 1 Nancy Nichols just finished her junior year at UNLV and decided to stay in town during the summer and take a couple of courses to relieve her crowded senior year schedule, rather than return to her parents' home in Chicago. She had been looking for a part time summer job in Las Vegas by searching on the internet as well as the local newspaper. One...
"I love Black men," Nina declared. The words singed Rick's ears, filling him with a sense of loss, which felt weird. She, on the other hand, took his silence as a sign of complicity. "Just standing near them gets me hot." She liked telling him her fantasies, especially the ones with this cache, which she blamed him for, since, she’d never even looked at a...
Annie was a sex slave. She knew nothing else. Her master kept her tied up in a dark bedroom. Her wrists and ankles were bound with soft scarves. He always made sure to clean her and feed her. She was his thing, his favorite toy. She was not the kind of slave that ever needed punishment. She was never disobedient, and why would she be if she had never known a...
Prose that Blows 9: Vinylady vs. The Penetrator Vinylady floated imposingly over the battered bad guy. "It should help you in court that the launch codes aren't compromised," she reassured him. Her pink and black day costume shone wetly in the noonday sun. As federal agents dragged Captain Klepto off, however, he cackled, "No, but you will be!" Vinylady's...
About a week ago, I went to the cottage Laurie, my wife, and I bought on Lake Lausanne: The name given by settlers from Switzerland. I needed to rest and replenish my energy, and renew interest in living a useful life. Ten months ago, Laurie died suddenly at the age of 37 due to a brain aneurysm. She has been working as an attorney for a brokerage firm. She...
It was called "power transfer". Liza had given Nils absolute power over her body long ago. She had transformed herself into his personal painslut. Taking one more stroke from him than she thought she could possibly bear, or maybe five, or maybe even ten strokes absolutely thrilled her. Receiving the pain from Nils fulfilled Liza in some warped way that even...