Harry says I'm the best fuck he's ever had, which always makes me laugh because I just do what comes naturally. He also says it's a good job he loves me else he'd have thrown me out years ago. Not that I'd go of course, because Harry looks after me just fine. He's bought us a nice little house; he makes sure we never go hungry; he's always buying me pretty c...
It was Naomi's idea, she said she thought we all looked beat. We had been traveling by day and gigging nightly, away from home for eight months solid. Mike had just come back full time, but was already exhausted. She said we needed downtime, we needed a break. Mac said he agreed and it wasn't as if we needed the money, after the record deal and plugging the...
The stories that have the most impact on me are the true ones—or at least the ones with the claim or illusion of truth to them. Somehow, reflecting on these flesh-and-blood authors actually participating in the tales they tell here adds an extra element of eroticism that makes the story all that more evocative for me. So, when I considered the idea of comp...
I apologize for taking so long to submit this part. I had a special project to do at work that had me working close to 80 hours a week and took me away from home (I wonder there is a cheating wife story in there somewhere). Anyway, I have had a chance to read the comments but I can surmise by the score that it wasn't as well received as I would have liked. I...
I'd seen Deborah all over town from time to time, and knew her casually. She is in her early to mid thirties, a tall woman, married and the mother of three. She's always been the picture of motherhood, doing all sorts of things to support and raise her children and doing them virtually as a single mom. Oh, she's married but her husband is more married to his...
"I'll do the away mixers," I volunteered. The Key Society was a junior-class service group whose role was to provide activity leadership for the student body. Each member had to take on a project, so I volunteered to organize several out-of-Hanover mixers: promote the event, sell the tickets, rent the bus, keep order to and from the women's college, and ma...
The day was extremely hot. Utterly bored by the slow summer pace that had taken a firm grip of everything, I had walked down to the Town Square. But everyone seemed to be taking shelter from the heat indoors, and the streets were almost empty. I was about to head back home when I realised that I was just outside Aunt Jane's photo studio. Well, she was not re...
I was counting the days before my flight to Germany, where my teaching career would begin as a lecturer in American politics as the University of Munich. With three weeks to go, I had finished the research project for the university press where I was a parttime editor. I was spending my time scouting bookstores in New York and garage sales in the suburbs for...
This is a sequel to my story 'Chance Encounter'. While not absolutely necessary, this story would be better appreciated and understood if that story is read first. ***** At her command I followed Miss Lara out of the club. Actually it hadn't been a command but more an offer to me, to try to prove the veracity and seriousness of the pledge and plea I had...
The next week was long and slow. It was filled with calls to subcontractors, vendors, salesmen, and customers. We were wrapping up a major project and everything had to go just right. Otherwise, I would cause the company to lose a bunch of money. Enough money, that even my own mother and father might consider firing me. Sheri and I saw each other when we co...