Chapter 1 Thoughts Paula Manzoni was just getting over her birthday celebration. She had just reached sixty - a milestone that, for many, would call for reflections on where life had led and a time for planning for the years that lay ahead. Some, at this age, would be thinking of declining years and think of lessening activities; others would be in fear...
Note: All persons in this novel are fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this story is not for you. The scenes that are included will be evocative rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will take...
Chap. 1 "You must be Steve Harris, My name is Lamar DuBois, I work in computer engineering." "Nice to meet you Lamar, I don't know what happened the dam thing froze up and I can't get it to work." "No problem my man, that your wife?" "Yes." "She is beautiful, if you don't mind me saying." "No I don't mind and thanks." Lamar liked the picture. The woma...
Donna was sitting at the vanity table in her hotel suite preparing for a cocktail party. She heard her husband Bob answer a knock on the door. He entered the bathroom and handed over an envelope addressed to her. The note was from one of the senior Director's of Bob's company asking Donna if she could meet him in an upstairs suite in the same hotel. Donna r...
It was time. I had been dreaming of this. I had, so many times, lay in bed and stroked my cock while imagining this. With Karen, my girlfriend, I had delved into new ways to stimulate her and myself. One of the newest, most intense, was having her having her way with my nipples. It was an exciting discovery, that my nipples were as sexually exciting to me...
[Readers will likely enjoy this story more if they have read the previous five chapters of Eleanor's story. But this installment can stand on its own. No one and nothing in it deals with anyone under 18 years of age. There is indirect reference--from previous chapters--to infibulation, which may bother some, who should stop reading right here.] Eleanor w...
(note to readers: this is part one of the story, I'm intending a second part, so don't chastise me for letting you hang) * Melissa pulled into her driveway in her black Pontiac Firebird. She saw that Bill's truck was already gone. A Friday afternoon sigh escaped from her lips after another week working as an optical technician at the local mall. She had ho...
This is my first attempt at a story. Hope you all like it. Comments are very welcome. ***** It all started when my wife (Staci) and I had a conversation about how comfortable women's clothes looked and we both laughed and I boldly said, "I would wear women's panties and satin pajamas because they look really comfortable." Now keep in mind that I have alway...
His hands were large and firm. No callouses which indicated that he worked a keyboard rather than a hammer and nails. It didn't matter as he was just as manly as any blue collared workers I've been with. His cock wasn't long but was extremely thick. It smelled a combination of his body wash, Cologne and the muskiness of a real man. It was hard and his vein...
(Dear Readers, I wrote this story at the request of Scott and Etsuyo, a married couple. It is a fantasy, told from Scott's perspective. My thanks to Scott and Etsuyo--real, flesh and blood people--for sharing their fantasy with me. Thanks also to my editors.) INTRODUCTION: Fantasizing "Etsuyo, Etsuyo." When I make love to my Japanese wife I like to whispe...