This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those institutions has ever behaved as described in this story. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person are coincidental and unintended. I encourage comments...
This surreal day of shopping continued. Up to this point in my life, it would turn out to be one of the most humiliating days in public for me. It was unlike anything I could have expected, or could have imagined happening to me. As young Alexis Barron continued her day of selfish shopping at Oaktown Mall, my feelings of humiliation continued to grow. Thes...
This is a story I have carried around with me for many years and this seems the place to tell it. Most of my childhood summers were spent at my grandmother's house one block from the beach in New Jersey or the "down the shore" as it was called. I fondly remember many days of swimming and playing in the surf for the entire day and then heading back to the hou...
Chapter 46 – Epilogue Lisa Campbell woke up at 5:30 a.m. She stretched, sat up, and watched with satisfaction as her two attendants crisply knelt forward and placed their foreheads to the floor. She looked out her bedroom window to check the weather. It was a dreary late October morning and the thermometer outside read 42 degrees. The reading meant the unif...
Sue and I had finally gotten away for a mini holiday. It was nice to be able to just relax and not have to worry about work or the house. We went to hotel near Dartmoor for a few days that had indoor and outdoor pools, a Jacuzzi, and a sauna. Just what is needed to work out that stress. On the first night there, Sue and I decided to take a late night swim...
"No one is more hated than he who speaks the truth." ― Plato Dried snot caked his nostrils, forcing the playground bully to breathe through his mouth. Fists balled into cords of sinew, he perspired amidst the four square diamond, in the midday Sun. He'd definitely lost control of the situation. Across the pitch, staring him down, was the entire student b...
I thought of Val when I went home and the next day. I felt bad that she had to express her sexuality by blowing horny young landscapers in the parking lot of a bar. The Jersey Shore is a beautiful place, but family-oriented and traditional. It's a summer resort area. Once you go over the bridge from the barrier island, it is small towns and becomes quite ru...
To most people I appear shy in public, although friendly and caring. What most people don't know is that hidden behind the quiet exterior is a sex addict. I can't get enough of it! Some days I cannot stop thinking about my cock. Maybe I'm not totally obsessed with it but at least twenty times a day I do think about my cock. I think about what it looks like,...
If you recall from my various tales of romance won and lost, I became a newly divorced man at the age of 45. It was quite liberating after nearly twenty years in what turned out to be a relatively boring marriage. My newfound freedom no doubt went to my head a bit and I soon found myself with a 23-year-old girlfriend and a red sports car. I hate to use the p...
If you visit southern Florida any time between late June through August you would more than likely hate the heat, humidity and crawly things. But for me, suffering through all of that is worth the Shangri-La that the rest of the year provides. Sure, there will always be those foolish people who will blindly tell you how much they love 'the seasons' but then...