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...
I guess that the best place to start is to say that I live in a big barn far out in the country. Or at least I live in a barn four days a week and the rest of the time I live in a house in town with my wife and two Brittany Spaniels, Orville and Wilbur. The barn is a weekend home and is a little less rustic than the label might imply. It's a huge wooden affa...
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...
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...
Author's Note: I'd like to thank my editor, Rip_isback, for his expert editing and advice. * I had just gotten home from work; I had a hellacious day at the office. I walked in the house and see my wife Robbin working at the kitchen table. "That's it!" I exclaimed. "I'm so sick of dealing with this shit. That fuckwad Marvin is busting my balls again ove...
My name is Mike. I'm in my forties. I'm 5'11" with an athletic build. Been married once and I've been told that I'm a great kisser, give great hugs and although I'm not bragging, previous girlfriends have admired my cock which is about 6 ½" to 7" and how hard I can be and recover pretty quick. A sandwich/coffee shop opened a few months ago just a few blocks...
Prologue... This is the first part in a long series and is intended mainly as an introduction. As a result sexual activity is minimal, but the pace does increase in subsequent stories. So please bear with the lack of sex here in part one. Thank you. ***** While dining out with Bill and Rita one evening, the subject came up of how long it was since our one...
Note: This is the second installment in a long story about 5 couples that decide to make an adult film together and then have to deal with all of the issues that the project creates. There will be an accompanying story called "The Beach House" that is supposed to be the movie that these 5 couples create. The different sections of this story won't make much...
I pull in the driveway and see you sitting in your van. Engine's off. You're in the back seat. Odd place for you to be. I get out of my car, close the door and come over to your window. It's tinted and I can only see your silhouette. I'd know it anywhere - definitely you. I hear the doors unlock. You just have the remote back there with you. I take that as...
If it hadn't been for the fact that she was halfway decent at the game, Mateo would have accused Sofia of choosing to take up golf just because of the outfits. Her closet was filled with those short tight skirts and coordinating form fitting tops. And he loved them on her. And he noticed a fair amount of the men on the course were a bit distracted when Sofi...