"Hello. Carol? This is Ralph." "Hi, Ralph. I was expecting your telephone call. Thanks for your letter and the Happy Birthday card. It is a nice card and conveys pleasing thoughts." "I am pleased that you liked the card. It is good to hear your voice, Carol. Is Friday afternoon, a good time to start my visit?" "An excellent time. I already have approval a...
Earlier submissions under The Transformation of Betty surveyed the main events of my wife's transformation into a sub slut. But there are events and scenarios that were erotic as stand alone vignettes and here are a few of them: Vignette 1, The Window: Unlike couples who limit sex to the bedroom, my wife and I relished playing in our living room. She loved...
These conversations happened over the course of about a year. I am transcribing them to the best of my recollection. Before the first conversation, my wife and I had been married for a little over three years. After spending the first year together in Los Angeles, our respective careers forced us to be in different cities. She had to move to San Francisco. W...
As long as Sofia blew her cigarette smoke away from him, Ransome Farrell tolerated her nasty habit. Tobacco was one weed he himself had never inhaled. Therefore, he was acutely aware of its stink. Her bare ass rolled on his naked lap while she indulged in a post-coital butt. Her ember burned outside Farrell's Buenos Aires balcony. Night concealed them. F...
Sitting in a darkened corner of the parking lot at Tampa's Bayside Mall, I waited patiently for my contact to arrive. The drizzling rain beaded on my windshield, pooled, then streamed downward towards the wipers. With the weather conditions the way they were I expected Michael Whittaker to be running late. Flights from Washington D.C. to Tampa International...
Joy to the World playing softly in the background, Christmas was definitely in the air in this small corner of sunny Florida. A large, finely adorned Christmas tree blinked its lights from the corner of the Italian café despite the soft morning light of Boxing Day. Traditional holiday and Italian flavors mixed and floated from the kitchen and caused mouths t...
My Dear Readers, Disclaimer: What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed. Some spelling an...
It was when I was surfing 'unofficially' at work, I'd delayed just by few minutes going to my break so the office would be empty. Jenny had surprised me by coming back for her bag, and very sweetly asked if I wanted to have lunch with her and James, and Maria and Annabelle. The chance to spend some time with Annabelle was too tempting, I closed down quickly...
"It's only for a couple days, maybe a week if we can all get along. My grandparents are afraid of dying soon so they want to get everyone together." "Oh," Brad nodded, tossing the baseball back to Tommy on the mound, "Your family doesn't get along?" "Nah," Tommy found a grip on the ball, his index and middle finger holding fast across the seams while his...
She awoke slowly, her eyes blinking a number of times trying to adjust to the level of light in her bedroom. Her body felt wonderfully warm and snug against the silk sheets of her bed, under the covers that she was very reluctant to throw back and get up to meet the new day. She raised her head from the softness of her pillow, letting her eyes glance at the...