Chapter One: That Smell [*A note of explanation. The name I prefer is Bob. Melissa however chooses to call me Robert and her slight Spanish lilt [it sounds more like Row-bert] is so sensual I wouldn't have her call me anything else. Also many of my relatives call me Bobby even though I'm 60 something. I still love them even the ones that voted for W. Thanks...
Ann loved the fact that she'd been waking up in Martin's arms for more than a week now, and that it was still as thrilling as the first time it happened. When she woke, he was still sleeping, so she bent over and kissed him softly. When she did, his eyes opened. "I love you, Ann Wallin," he said. "I love you, too, Martin," she replied. Martin cupped one o...
It was late Sunday night when I flew home from a business trip, landing in a cold Fall rain. I'm a haberdasher, specializing in high end suits, run my own shop and had just spent the last four days in New York City meeting with suppliers and taking in a few fashion shows. My plan was to go home, unpack my suits, and sleep for eighteen hours, but fate was abo...
Unknown to my shy, modest wife, a pretty Asian nurse was sitting in a room across the street staring down at us that Saturday night. The curtains in her room were open, the light was low, but I could see she was there, once again. My wife and I were lying side by side in our apartment on a sleeping pad in the living room. Our curtains were wide open, as al...
Seattle winters and springs are long and soggy. It was nice to see July roll around to be hot and dry, but it was a little too hot, 102 to be precise. We needed a break from the heat so we decided to take a mini vacation to the coast which was only a couple of hours away, and several degrees cooler. The only place we could find with a private beach available...
The tide washes onto the shore and just as quickly it fades back into the ocean, only to wash onto the shore once more. The moonlight dances on your skin as you walk along the coastline late at night. You watch the waves and the water in awe. You can only describe this moment and place in time as though it were something from a dream. You have found this to...
When she died, I was lost. Drifted in a haze of sorrow. I don't remember when it first started, but I would take a piece of her clothing to bed with me to find comfort, to help me sleep. A scarf, a dress, a shirt she used to wear. It did bring comfort, a way to deal with the loss. I don't remember when I started wearing the clothes, only that it felt be...
I lost my home to my ex-wife in a nasty divorce several years back, living in an apartment for the past few years. I hated losing the independence of being able to do what I wanted to do with my property and having the privacy I once had, so I figured it was time to take the plunge and become a homeowner once again. I'm only 32 years old, have a great posit...
It progressed quickly from me sucking my boyfriend David and his three buddies in the cabana at Fort Hill Country Club everyday, to the lifeguards seeing us and joining in after asking David. They would all end up joining in after a matter of weeks. After a while I also became a lifeguard and was used every day in their shack as their whore. They told me if...
The premise of this story was fun, but after nearing the end of this sequel, I questioned the value of making it into a series. Probably not, so I hope it's left on an interesting note. Feedback is always appreciated, even for these highly-fantastical, silly romps. Quick warning. There are elements of this story that may be incestuous in nature, so if that'...