Hello my name is Charlize Waters. Everyone calls me Charlie. I'm quickly approaching 30 years of age and dreading it. The big 3 0. I've been pulling gray hairs out of my hair brush for the last year. I'm also noticing lines on my forehead whenever I look in the mirror. Some might say that 30 isn't old at all, but you have a tendency to feel old when the majo...
On a bookstore prowl, I come across, leather bound, a rare book, the object of many early quests, and a very rare woman, the object (she must be) of many men's quest. The initial object of my desire: an 18th century edition of the Old French Romance, Lancelot du Lac. The new provocation: A beautiful woman bound in black leather pants with a purple silk blous...
It'd been a week since their first get-together, and already Debbie was itching for another taste. They'd met up once since then – nothing extremely sexual, just a bite to eat after her shift one morning. They hadn't even talked about their night together. She was beginning to worry that he had lost interest. That fear was soon put to rest. "What are you do...
"You want to...What? Go to an adult theatre and 'play around'??" I was incredulous! Well, actually I was turned on but I thought a little acting, a little posturing, might be of benefit. Mary and I had been in High School where, shortly after her eighteenth birthday, she developed a reputation somewhere between an extraordinary hot date and a slut, all dep...
A cold wind blew against Jamie’s back, as she pushed her key into the door lock hurriedly and turned it, feeling the warm heat on her face when she opened the door. The store was completely dark and always seemed very large and ominous, upon her early arrival each morning. She habitually reached for the light switches, and as she flipped each one on, the lig...
"There are lots of black folks in Brazil, Miss Kensington, in fact, people of color actually outnumber Caucasians in my homeland," Marcelao Romano said evenly, maintaining his composure as he locked eyes with Stacey Kensington, professor of African Studies at Carleton University. The blonde, steely-eyed professor flashed him the placating smile that white fo...
The Proposition: Obligations Are Being Met Jenny and I slept in late Sunday morning. It was after 10:00 AM when we finally crawled out of bed. "After our shower, what would you like for breakfast?" Jenny asked as she began to roll out of bed. She then got a pained look on her face. "Oh! Uumm, Jim, I will honor our bargain. You can have me any time you lik...
When I met Annie I had no idea what it would do to the rest of my life. Today, there is little left of the wide-eyed optimistic youth I was, who thought he could find a girl, fall in love, settle down and live happily ever after. Instead I am a disgusting, pliable piece of flesh who seeks his next sexual adventure and is ready to be remade by any dominant fe...
My Wife and I have been married 7 1/2 years. Our sex life has always been satisfying, if not particularly adventurous, and she has always pleased me in the sack. While we have often talked about my bisexual urges, and she is comfortable with the fact that I have them, she never did seem interested in hearing too much about my sexual history. This has led me...
Usually I go into the bookstore down the block around three-thirty to four o'clock on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, and then sometimes again from around nine until a little after noon on Saturdays. It's a quiet place. The owner, Anson Martin, greets me and keeps me up to date on new literature in my field, which is medieval history. He's usually there on...