Encounter in Paris A few months after my trip to Istanbul on the Orient Express I received an unusual letter. It had been mailed to my publisher, who had forwarded it on to me. When I opened it, I found that it had been written by one Mademoiselle Madeline Du Bois. Now, I had never met Ms. Du Bois, and yet she wrote as though we were old friends. In fact, a...
I had a boyfriend for a short time, but he dumped me for some eighteen-year-old that had just graduated from high school. Kelli didn't want me to spend my summer vacation moping around, so she invited me to play tennis. Neither one of us was a very good tennis player, but she explained that prancing around in a little tennis skirt would make me feel better....
At this point, it was public knowledge that I often ended naked in rather public situations, I would wager that everyone in my class had seen me naked at least once, and there a good possibility that they'd groped or fondled a bare body part of mine. I no longer had any friends, none in the traditional sense of the word anyways; I had people who hung around...
Well, thanks. But that is exactly what I felt last Christmas, 2014, when my well-intentioned Christmas spirit—or, well, at least my conscientious plan—veered into farce. Not that I didn't enjoy it, at least in the end... Well, that comes out in the story. I want to say, first off, that this is true. It took place on Christmas Eve in a nice suburban town out...
Susan was just a little bit drunk when she left the restaurant, best she leave the car in the parking lot, and get a cab home. She carefully negotiated the first couple of rows of cobble stones as she crossed the alley, rough terrain in heels was a sure way to twist an ankle, plus being a bit tipsy. A hand grabbed her arm and pulled her into the alley, a ha...
The day had come. We were finally going on the vacation we had always talked about. We had booked a cruise with unlimited drinks, entertainment, and most importantly: places to fuck. We had been counting down the days, and spicing up the bedroom with conversations about the many fantasies we wanted to fulfill while we were on the boat. We each had our favori...
All characters in the story are over 18. - - - Our friends from work left the states so Rian could go back to Ireland with his wife and stepdaughter. He had strong family ties there, so my wife and I were happy for them, but we knew we would miss them. It is not often that four fun smart nerds are hanging out, drinking to excess, and solving the philosophi...
When you're a single guy in your 30's looking for a girlfriend, where do you turn? In my case, I turned to the Internet. Thanks to the measures put into place by the new administration, the feared second and third waves of COVID had been effectively controlled, and the country had finally been fully reopened in July 2021. Thus, when I found a suitable woman...
Steve was very quick to greet my little wife as she returned to the table on the arm of his friend Jack. He told us all they had a fun time and my wife was a great little dancer. I could see by the look on her face, she wasn't quite as excited about dancing with Jack as she was earlier in the evening. Her face was somewhat flushed and I noticed a slight wor...
My hand slips under my skirt, trying to move without letting anyone in on what I'm doing. You know how the idea of being in public, the simple thought at any time someone could catch me, turns me on. My hands hit the soft lace of the pink panties I picked out with you in mind. I lift up and slowly slide them down, eyes looking into yours as though you know e...