The present day... The wedding party was in full swing now and I anxiously scanned the guests to see if everybody was enjoying themselves. Noise levels had risen in line with the amount of drink being consumed, so I guess that was a good enough proxy for enjoyment. I was holding a glass of champagne in my perfectly manicured fingers and as I took a sip I ca...
This is the twenty-seventh episode of my unreliable memoirs. Each episode is self-contained, so you can read them without having read the previous ones (although sometimes it helps with the context and names a bit). The year is 1983 and this episode focuses on the second part of our summer holiday following my graduation. I hope you enjoy it. M4bloke...
Copyright: Andyhm. 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years...
Chapter 1 "Come on, come on!" Lydia yelled impatiently back through the door of the townhouse. "Stephanie! Simone! Let's get on the road!" The twins appeared simultaneously, bags slung over their shoulders and both of them wolfing down the last part of their chicken salad sandwiches. "Coming, Mom," Stephanie said, stepping off the stoop and down the side...
There are italics used for emphasis and some section intros. Editor's Note: Thanks again to my editor, Saltysooner! This is the next chapter in the expanding sexual life of Sam and Lara as they form a permanent bond with their much younger lover, Deb. When a middle-forties couple takes on a mid-twenties lover, there are ramifications and obstacles. Deb'...
I'm killing two metaphoric birds with a single figurative stone here. A bunch of you wanted me to take-up the righteous rod of retribution and smite the two sinners from A Sea Change; while a few readers also wanted me to push my "Totally Unromantic Love Story" series into the next generation. One of you had a really bright idea about how to do that. So, thi...
"Murph really likes you, Tom," Bethany said softly while we walked hand-in-hand to her car. "He seems like a very nice guy," I answered. "And he obviously thinks the world of you, too." "He's a good judge of character," Bethany said as we approached her car. "Humble much?" I chided her laughingly. "I meant yours!" she responded with a good-natured punch...
The drive from Marta's home office back to my apartment took only about half an hour. Fortunately, traffic was light. By the time I pulled into my parking space at the apartment, I was feeling surprisingly invigorated. Marta had found no plagiarism concerns in my thesis, and then in an effort to help explain both my 'gift' and the reason for Emily's aggres...
On my way to my first Monday class, I stopped by my assigned graduate student cubicle in Hertz Hall, the main building for the university's electrical engineering program. Each of us in the graduate EE program had one where we could study, receive messages, and store stuff between classes. Maybe the university is preparing us for our cubicle destinies? My t...
I awakened Wednesday morning in my cum-soaked bed after wet-dreaming sex with Dr. Jamie Devlin. Like many dreams, this one had some parts that were unclear. Try as I might, I could not force my mind to reveal the missing details of my dream's sexual experience with her. Waking up in a bed with a surprisingly large cold wet spot would have been far more toler...