As all amazing things do, the most amazing thing in my life started simple. The doorbell rang. I watched my wife head for the door as I tended to the plate of snacks for party night. Her full ass went along with her voluptuous breasts to paint a delicious 5'5" picture. She opened the door to reveal her direct opposite. Pale where my wife is tan, slim where m...
Debra came home early today. Generally that's OK because we always call each other to let the other know we are on the way and to make plans in case we want to meet in town or need to pick something up from the store on the way home. No big deal. But before I tell you about that let me talk about my day up to that point. I was off work this Monday morning...
It's four in the afternoon and I have a hard-on for Maisie. She won't be home from work for another hour and a half at least. Damn. Maisie, my former manager at Blinko's Copies. Maisie, who became my best friend. Maisie, a short, heavy, buxom grandmother of three; grey-haired and apple-cheeked. My Frumpy Dumpling, Maisie Havlicek, whom I have fallen i...
Chapter Five: Step Two: Avoid Leaving Your Master's Side at All Costs! The biggest problem, when it came to having dinner with Vivian's parents, was that for some reason they always want to sit around the table at his place. Sure, there were plenty of other problems, too, but Avery considered this one to be at the very top of the list. On any other occasion...
It was a slow afternoon. I had my feet up on the desk, and I was looking at what used to be called a girlie magazine when I was a kid. I had already been through the morning paper and the latest copy of Sports Illustrated. Sally ambled in from the front office and looked at me with a smirk. "Reading porn again?" she said. It was more like an accusation t...
A Bride's lingerie A guide on bridal lingerie and how to consummate your marriage while wearing it As told to the author after a six hour marathon love making session at the Hotel Monte Carlo, 2001 Before I start this primer on wedding night sex and lingerie, I would like to clear up some misunderstandings that our lingerie ignorant culture has been spre...
Above our heads the thrumming of an electric ceiling fan slices through the soupy heat but barely disturbs the thick, dead air. Beyond the shuttered window the hustle and bustle of the morning's street market has now slowed to the languid torpor of a Saigon afternoon. Occasionally a car horn blares out a warning to a tardy pedestrian, but little can distract...
All his life, August White had dreamt of living happily ever after. When he was a little boy and his great aunt Mother Loose would told him bed time stories, he was never able to sleep until she said those magic words: "and then they lived happily ever after." Only then would he be able to close his eyes and drift to sleep. When August turned twenty four he...
NOTE: The following essay was sent to the author via OuijaMail, a new mobile app that promises to be the next Instagram. Its proprietary technology allows correspondence between contemporary authors and historical figures. The sender of this essay claims to be Samson, a legendary barbarian warrior from the Middle Ages. According to an unpublished essay by Jo...
(A short story based on Bob and Bigfoot.) "I want to be a little girl." Bob's wife stared at him in shock. He was a lithe, strong man. He was a couple of inches taller than her, and he made sure he worked out enough to keep his figure trim. His features were even, though a bit delicate, and his face was a strong and pleasant oval. On top of that, he had t...