I lived in Rhode Island until I graduated college. When I was a teenager, I worked in the boatyards sanding, painting and fixing rigging. As the years went by I made a decent living out of antique yacht restoration. I'd since moved out of state and found new work, but a decade later an old boss made me a great offer. I found myself back in Rhode Island for a...
To look at me or know me socially, one would never guess what an exceptional lover I can be. I am the "big brother" to most women whom would never consider a night of sexual playtime with me. One such friend decided to be different one night and this is that story. Stacey and I had been close friends for years and often shared personal stories with one anot...
Barbara Lowe slowed her car and turned onto the Jonston's gravel driveway, fascinated by all the craggy old apple trees nicely lined up in rows. She vaguely remembered when the property was a working orchard, back in her childhood days. She thought maybe her mother had brought her there to buy cider a time or two. When the old Victorian house came into vie...
Our story is about an independent woman named Clarice. She's a very attractive, sexual woman that has always been approached by men throughout life. Perhaps that was one of many issues with her former husband. Now she is a recently divorced mother of two boys that she loves deeply. Clarice is very outgoing woman, well-educated, hard-working, and not afraid t...
Arriving home, I notice my door is unlocked. I dig my cell phone out and call you. I hear your phone ring from inside my house. I push the door open cautiously. I slowly walk down the hallway, following the continuous ring when I stop outside of the bathroom. I open the bathroom door and see you sitting on the chest by the wall. You smile as I walk fully in...
Last week, in the cold February of 2004, my wife and co-worker Laura announced that she was leaving for England -- the other side of the globe -- for a month of collaborative research. I gasped. My heart sank. "But honey, you know my career in research is important to me," she had said. "I know, I know. It's just that it's a whole month. And over Valentine...
On the way back to the living room, I was livid. This resistance, this talking back!! It wouldn't do. I owned him, now, and everything around him. I wanted a clean, uncluttered space to work in, and I knew how to make it so. I spoke Bobby's "language", and knew what to do to set things right. I'd more or less broken him on several occasions - turned him int...
After Master was finished with me on the picnic table we went down to the lake for a refreshing dip in the lake. The cool water on the tender skin felt wonderful, a welcome contrast to baking in the sun. I grabbed one of the air mattresses to relax and bob on the water. Master felt it necessary to tether my ankle to the dock as to not float away. Perhaps a g...
Chapter 22: The Olive Press Lucio leads Julia and I away from the hunting lodge to the stone farm buildings clustered behind the main house. He unlatches the wooden gates to the olive press and pushes us into the building. I find it strange there's no effort to bind us. I'm strong and know I'm capable of overwhelming Lucio to make an escape, though I've...
Jean sits on the edge of the bed, a hand on the belt buckle ready to undress. She glances up at Paul, the man she just met at the smoky saloon. His jeans are far enough down to see the bulging erection staining at his boxers. "Listen, there's something I need to tell you." "Not sure I care at the moment." He grabs a handful of the boxers including the hard...