This story was inspired by and is dedicated to Carly. May you have a long, happy, healthy and, prosperous life, girl. Ed Scott's passion was rare books, however he was also well versed in antiques from the Sixteenth through Nineteenth Centuries. And he knew about and looked for etchings, lithographs, and paintings from those centuries as well as early 2...
"Oh that feels good." Steve Fox said to himself as he stroked his hard cock. Normally, sitting in the large boardroom of the brokerage house where he worked was the last place he would've considered masturbating. If things had gone the way he'd originally planned, the 19 year old mailroom clerk would've instead been up in the main conference room pounding t...
"Tomorrow is trash day!" my wife called down to me in the kitchen. "You need to get the trash out to the street." "No, problem, I'm on it." I returned to her request. I started picking up the trash room by room, in the large trash bag. When picked up the kitchen trash and dumped it into the collection bag, I got the surprise of my life. A used condom from t...
William Corry's wife gave birth almost exactly nine months after they were married. It was never clear to either of them whether the conception took place before or after the ceremony, from a contraceptive failure or the forgetfulness of being tired and happy. But they were very content with the result, though they had intended to wait a while. They did wai...
Do you remember being twenty years old and in love? I do. It was a euphoric feeling. I was on cloud nine, but the most spectacular thing was my libido. It seemed to have a mind of its own. I was a rabbit. Just call me Roger. One thing that was sure to overheat my already revving engine was underwear. Actually, it was the lack thereof. Do you remember her lea...
It is always a hard thing to call when people break up. Suddenly a sense of being out there. Available. I suppose that was what happened with Joan the night she decided to just go for it. She had re-established contact with a few of her old mates and quite naturally started with a visit to an old haunt, the Shakespeare Pub in Bethnal Green. It was just like...
The old samurai had been traveling north for so long he'd lost track of the days. A lifetime of loyal service had ended with the old Emperor's death and now he was free to do as he chose. Lacking any commitments or connections he had chosen solitude and a half-formed desire to find something lost long ago. As he rode his mind wandered, reaching back to the d...
Author's Note: Hello there and welcome to my story! Know this won't get a lot of traction on here because it doesn't have an erotic focus on it . . . at all . . . but what the heck, I'll post it anyway. Never posted a story on here before so hopefully I'm doing everything correctly. Please note that I want to publish a new part once a week so my chapters won...
The car drove through a nondescript council estate which had recently been soaked by an icy winter shower. Don sat in the passenger seat of his father’s car on the way to visit an old friend. He had a foreboding look about him as knew the visit was a bad idea. To be fair most of his idea weren’t overly smart. But this one was the worst he had in quite a whil...
This series is a non-sequential addendum to the "Sharing My Wife Amanda" storyline. ********** It was a sad day when Amanda's mother Jacquelyn finally passed away. She had battled valiantly, but in the end my mother-in-law succumbed to metastatic cancer. Jacquelyn's death was not unexpected, but that didn't lessen the blow for her friends and family. A...