Just as a reminder, this "Sexual History" series is a work of fiction. While many of the events described are similar to those experienced either by the author or by persons of his acquaintance, it is still fiction and is not intended to encourage or recommend any particular lifestyle. I strongly recommend that the reader approach the parts of this series in...
Chapter 1 I've been in my new apartment for a few weeks now – and I have a problem – I'm not alone but I'm supposed to be. This was going to be my new life after 7 years of marriage, a new apartment, new life, new job, new City – none of these new plans included a night time visitor, and an invisible night time visitor at that. The Beginning. My name is L...
Author's Note: Hello friends. I am back to continue with the story . . at least to reassure you that Katie and I did meet back at the nude beach in Jamaica, we are together again, and we both learned many lessons while we were apart. We have had some unusual experiences since then, one that actually included Jenn. Let me tell you about that. -----------...
Mr. B. sat behind his desk and looked up at his secretary. "Katey, I am afraid I have to ask you to stay late again tonight. I have a meeting with Mr. James, and after hours was the only time we could schedule it. You know what an important client he is. I really could use your assistance" "You know I don't mind, sir," she replied as she leaned against the...
While Bob towed his naked, crawling wife by her leash into the pony room, Adam with Sharon crawling on all fours at his side headed towards the cash desk to settle the bill for his purchases, so by the time they entered the pony room Lynn had been tied to a hitching rail by a rope through the ring in the front of her collar and was waiting to have her harnes...
It was a beautiful day at the Portofino Hotel in Universal Studios, Florida, and I was enjoying it immensely. I took a few lazy laps in the pool and then got out to recline on one of the many empty lounge chairs. It was mid-afternoon and most of the hotel's guests were in the park. Taking advantage of the vacancy, I spread out, placing my wet towel and cover...
It was a good night at the Crow's Nest Coffee House. The audience was larger than usual, probably because it was the beginning of the tourist season. My set went off without too many problems, rare when I'm working on new songs. At the end of the evening several people came up to the stage, where I was packing up my guitar, and commented on my playing. This...
He saw her as he was pulling in to the parking lot, she was just stepping out of her car, and he decided to park in the space next to the trees, right by her car. That was one of the luxuries of driving a motorcycle, no need to look for a space, you could park anywhere. She was beautiful, wearing a light summer dress that clung to her body. Betsy Johnson, he...
Chapter Three: Hale Baron Hale of Hawkshead, passed the reins of his horse to a waiting groom and, pausing to clap the lad on the shoulder, exited the stable yard in the direction of the Hawkshead Keep. Though it would have encompassed barely a tithe of the immense bulk of Castle Grey—Hale's childhood home—the Keep was still a forbidding structure. The fir...
"Suddenly, I'm in the mood for finger food." [....hmmm, let me back up to the beginning of 'lunch'.] $$$$$$$$$$ The mingy, fine-grained blacktopped parking expanse was nearly esurient. To be expected, considering the adjuratory rain had just ceased. Now, the freshly-paved fragrance of the warming asphalt violated my nasal cilia. An assiduous sun sent an i...