Weak 1 I had finished the first assignment the temp agency had given me; it was only one day a week, 8.00 'til 2.00, filling in while someone was on a course for a month, but I was going on to the next straight away. It was a start and I had been assured that if I did ok, was punctual and efficient there would be more jobs coming my way. I was standing at...
If I would have asked my wife Janet, "Do we need to put some spice back into our marriage?" I'm certain she would have agreed. We always enjoyed sex, but, as the song lyric goes, the thrill was gone. Our actions had become monotonous. Her demeanor during sex was one of obligation, not pleasure. But being the misguided soul that I am, I asked an even stranger...
This is a completely fictional story and any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. So, I'm resubmitting this story because I made a mistake in my first submission where I put a bit of part two into the file that I uploaded. I've removed that part and fixed a few minor errors I made in the story. Also, I've scrapped the original se...
[Author's Note: This second installment is a bit shorter than the first, but in the same tradition. The beginning is more an advancement of the situation - or "plot" - than a buildup toward the erotic conclusion. Readers looking for instant immersion in erotica will not find the initial sections very satisfying. For those readers who are able to follow the...
He keeps saying that it can't happen again. Every time, as soon as his afterglow wears off, the guilt and self-loathing kicks in and he spits out those words that always make me smile. He is so adorable, trying to fight this like either one of us has a choice. I keep telling him that this is bigger than both of us, and he would be much happier if he would...
Chapter 20 As the others continue their passion filled fucking around them, Emily and Jonathon, slide over to one of the leather easy chairs, and pass the time as observers. Emily, not willing to let the game stop, kneels beside Jonathon as he gently caresses her hair. Her knees spread slightly, hands behind her back, breasts pushed out, and nipples still h...
*Note to readers: If you prefer easy, breezy love stories, may I recommend Creative Writing (a true story about an affair with my high school English teacher) or 911, What is Your Emergency? (a fictional May-December romance) or Bagging Lauren (another real-life adventure involving a yours truly and a married Mormon woman.) This one has a fair amount of sc...
He always called me Toy. Even in public, it was Toy. That one dismissive syllable defined me. I worried about people hearing and judging, but that was short-lived. It was as if the general public was deaf. He noticed my discomfort, of course. He noticed everything. At first, I just figured he was preternaturally aware. "People hear only what they want to...
Chapter 2: Travel Sir holds the car door open for me. I put on my seatbelt, and stare out the window at the sprawling antebellum plantation house that has been my home for the last twelve months. I remember how intimidating it was when I arrived. The scale of it seemed exactly to match my dread and nervousness. But in the morning sun, it looks inviting and...
- Alright, I tried without an editor and you guys quickly let me know that wasn't a good idea. So thanks to Jedi_Khan for the excellent and fast editing to help me get this back up. -Okay guys, I have to tell you up front there's no actual sex in this one. SORRY, but I couldn't figure out how to add it without making it sound forced and I needed this for ch...