Les' story I knew from the start that my wife Carrie had always been attracted to older men. We had often talked about this even before we were married and she had mentioned a few affairs with older men, but she didn't want to get into a permanent relationship I suppose because she didn't want to be left alone at age 40 or 50 after her older husband died. T...
The morning dew rested on everything outside the kitchen window. The morning's moistness covered the front lawn and everything within eyeshot of the window. The rain the night before had caused an eerie mist to come and blanket the whole of outdoors making visibility low from every window in the house. Annette had peaked out of the living room window to se...
Marty was less than enthusiastic about Joan's idea of a romantic weekend on the Oregon Coast. Vegas or Maui would have been his choice, but Joan was sold on the idea of a peaceful cabin by the sea. Two days in the boondocks probably wouldn't turn his wife into the wanton sex fiend that he desired, but at least it would be a break from the old routine. After...
"Baber don't be a baby, just do what he asked" Jasim groaned. "No! He might miss! Besides, we need to escape!" Baber complained. Aazim shook his head. "He won't miss, just hold it by the chain away from the door so the bullet doesn't ricochet off the wall." Aarif rolled his eyes. "Both of you be quiet. I can shoot the lock off without anyone's help. Ever...
He stopped in the doorway, forearms resting against the edges of the frame as his cool gaze surveyed the crowded, dimly lit room. His faint smirk widened into broad smile as his eyes stopped on her. Across the room, seated on a plush sofa, she had looked up the moment he'd opened the door. She met his eyes with a stubborn frown that only made his smile turn...
***If you are a new reader, the main character is caught in a reality where the same day keeps repeating. Each installation is describing the events of a successive same day*** I spent most of the morning watching TV. I know, sounds stupid when you live a life of unlimited possibility. Dr. Phil re-runs and stupid cartoons suddenly seem like a bit of a waste...
Act II: The Toy "How's the night going?" she asks me, putting something of a sashay into her walk when she comes into the office -- an extra movement of the hips. She reminds me of a schoolgirl, pleased at having returned from some fresh mischief. "It's okay," I tell her, wondering what she's up to. "It's about to get even better," she says, smiling as sh...
The weak light of dawn streamed in from a small opening in the thatched roof and danced golden streaks across the soft, dried grasses that padded the floor of a small beach side hut. The warm rays danced their heated caress over the sailor's spent body. The man emitted muffled cries and tossed upon the floor, the sound and movement rousing him from sleep. T...
The sailor's eyes fluttered open and he found his senses assaulted by a cacophony of sex sounds. His momentary disorientation was chased away by the hedonistic scenes about him; he was inside a wooden hut, his body surrounded by a circle of approximately 10 women, he lost count of exactly how many formed the daisy chain because it was difficult to separate o...
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