Chapter 7; Anything and Everything I Want "Baltimore? What are we going to Baltimore for?" Tina said the name of the city as if it left a bad taste in her mouth. "What do you have against Baltimore? I hear it's a nice city. I have a presentation to make and thought you'd like a long weekend away?' "It's just not what I think of when you mention a weekend...
The day was too beautiful to waste any more of it at work so I told the boss so long and was out the door just before noon. I was feeling kind of horny and wanted to get home to maybe try to have sex with my hot blonde wife because for the past few months, sex between us had been nonexistent. It's not that we hadn't tried, it's just that I couldn't. You see...
Nick scanned across the lobby, sizing up the guests as they came and went from the elevators to the casino floor. The unctuous smile, ever present, concealed the contempt he held for the suckers that filled the casino in hopes of a quick buck. It was simple, the odds favored the house, not greatly, just slightly, just enough that if you played long enough, t...
"Oh My god...rebecca," He breathes, stunned as she enters the room, absolutely enthralling in nothing but a lacy black bra, a very short catholic schoolgirl's skirt, and a pair of knee-high dark-brown boots. Her skin is creamy and pale, a luscious backdrop for the sexy outfit she had worn for Him. Her hair is long and dark, hanging free, the ends of which br...
It was during our trip to Seattle that I had what I consider to be one of my most intensely erotic encounters with Sharon up to then. If you remember, Sharon and I played a game where I blindfolded her and she needed to guess the object I teased her with. Sharon won the game by correctly guessing each of three different objects. By winning the game, Sharon w...
If you're Somali, and happen to be gay, lesbian or bisexual, it's probably a good idea to keep it to yourself. Well, if you want to live, that is. Sometimes, I wonder what brings more pain into my complex life, my sexual orientation or, ahem, the other thing. That which marks me as different from the rest of humanity. What am I talking about? I'll get to tha...
The two men escorted me into a room with nothing but a bed, a toilet, blank white walls and a feeling of hopelessness. It looked like a prison cell. I had no idea what was going on, I was sort of scared and a little pissed. One man walked away and the other held onto my arms. They looked sexy, though, wearing what seemed to be "Men in Black" costumes. The ma...
It was 3 o'clock and Martin was my next appointment. I looked forward to meetings with Martin. He was easy to talk with, rattling off facts, figures and anecdotes with the ease of a politician. His sessions fulfilled something in me that was hard to explain. In fact, it represented the kind of work-a-day task that when you remembered you had to do it, you be...
"Come on, Jake, you've been looking at her for the entire three years we have been in the class, and you haven't picked up the balls to go and speak with her. What the hell?" Nelson, one of the taller men in the class, who had his girl friend next to him, spoke in a low voice to the one next to him. "Bugger off, Nelson, if I wanted your opinion, I would hav...
Author's note: I wrote this in a kind of high style, a bit different from my first few stories. If it seems a bit too mythical, or over the top, or out of character, or whatever, it's because I believe that characters like Morgaine Le Fay deserve a little more respect. After all, they've been around for hundreds of years. Hope you enjoy it. * She stands, a...