My name's Ellie -- and I'm a slut. Well, I must be -- if you look in a dictionary, it describes me just right. Well, some of the time anyway. Most of the time, the dictionary is wrong about me. But then, every now and again, I get a deep aching in the base of my belly, an aching that reaches up to my breasts and down to my pussy, an aching that makes my nip...
It was the late 1970s and my senior year of high school. Since moving to Denver three years earlier, I had lived the life of a monk, or more in tune with the times, a nerd. We moved to the city from a rural community in Kansas, a farming community. The population of the entire town was equal to the number of students in the Denver high school. There I was Mr...
I could smell her fresh scent. I loved the way she smelled like she just hopped out of the dryer freshly washed then fluffed. I used to love the sweet smell of women in their perfume giving me a whiff when they walk past but once I fell for Kenna, I can never get enough of her smell. She always smelled clean. That's the only way I can describe it. You know...
I woke up, Jess had showered, dressed and having a coffee, she looked nice, cute, sexy. "Alexa, did you sleep well?" Jess asked. "Yes Jess." and joined her with a coffee. "Have to run some errands, you?" Jess asked. "I've got some work to do from home, a meeting and then I'm free and maybe for the remainder of the week." I said. "Would you like to have...
I let us into the room and we readied ourselves for bed, still not really speaking. I knew it was up to me to make things right, but my feelings were a mixture of anger at her for taking it so far, jealousy and annoyance at myself for being so turned on with the whole experience. So instead of discussing it sensibly, I punished her by behaving like a childis...
I went through forty-five years of my life as a single man, no one to answer to but myself. I watched my friends marry, have children, and get divorced. I kept hearing the same old stories, 'money problems', 'she wasn't the same in bed after the kids came', 'we are too tired because of the kids', and the best of all 'we fight too much over money and the kids...
After Piers had said that I could expect problems from Peter Fucking Davies, I just excused myself from breakfast and went up to my suite and phoned Molly. Before she really had a chance to answer I said, "Hi. It's me. Have you heard anything from Peter?" She obviously was not expecting to hear my voice, "Chris! What time is it in Hawaii? No, I haven't hea...
Chapter Twenty-Three: Murphy's Law I woke up back in the ICU, sandwiched between beds of patients with every tube imaginable in them. When I did my personal inventory this time, I found a few more tubes than I normally had to contend with. I had an IV, but it exited from just below my collarbone, instead of from a hand or arm as usual. I couldn't see it, b...
The soiree was well-attended by the upper echelon of the city's high society. There were university presidents and CEOs along with mere interlopers like me. These charity galas were expensive, and it had stretched my budget to the limit for me to get the tickets, but I had always wanted to attend. Besides, the artist for whom the event was honoring was a fri...
Brenda and I have had the most wonderful, strong, and loving marriage, more than nearly any other couple I have ever known. We have been married for five years now. She had just turned 19 when we had first met, and we married 8 months later. She was raised in a strict conservative family and was not able to get out much, and so was pretty much inexperienced...