Sorry for the delay between chapters—I tend to be away from my keyboard more during the summer months, and I've been splitting my reduced writing time between this chapter and the start of a story line a long-time reader asked me to make an attempt at. This is a story about sexual exploration and, open relationships. Open relationships can and do happily ex...
In the manner of Gregory Maguire, who provided us with a version of the childhood standard The Wizard of Oz through the eyes of the "wicked" witch, I have re-written my favorite BDSM story, Both Master and Slave, written by Martin Sharpe (published in 2001 by Silver Moon Books in Great Britain), from the point of view of the submissive, rather than the Maste...
Nervously she glanced at the dashboard clock. The digital numbers seemed abnormally bright in the dark interior of the car. Instead of calming her, the music from the radio was harsh and seemed to gnaw at her nerve endings. Irritated, she reached over and switched it off. Silence instantly filled the space left vacant by the retreat of the sound. Now there w...
Finally! With our crazy schedules, my wife Lori and I found a weekend where we could get away from the stresses and strains of our jobs and enjoy! she's a nurse in a large hospital so if she's not scheduled for work on a weekend, I'm off on a business trip "Where should we go Honey?" she asks excitedly as we sit by the dinner table eating a late night meal...
Editor's Note: "Who Dat Girl?" is the story about our recent trip to New Orleans. In part 1, husband and wife — David and Tia — get frisky on the plane to New Orleans and attract the attention of two hot co-eds. * Erin and Danielle climbed into the back of the Suburban, and David and Tia took the middle seats as the cabbie loaded their bags. "Where to?"...
It was a dark and stormy night... "You're shitting us," Trent hollered above the din of Krazy Vin's, a local strip club. "Not Allison, she would never... I don't fucking believe you!" David clamped me on the shoulder, spilling my drink. "Yeah man, I'm with Trent on this one. You're full of shit. Good story though, man!" The story I had told them was how,...
Please note this is completely fictional. I never knew Angela and in no way does her personality reflect what was written here. I completely made it up. It is the year 1984 and I am standing on the porch of a quaint log cabin about to put the key in the cylinder to unlock the door with Angela Lansbury standing immediately to the left of me and behind me...
Their first encounter was brief, but electric. It was a meeting to spawn a lifetime of memories. Melony had stopped at the local supermarket to make a few purchases before heading home after a very long day at work. Impossible customers, difficult bosses. She'd had about enough and just needed to put her feet up, chill for an hour and drink a lot of somethin...
I heard Robins singing outside my window in early April when Jimmy rolled over on top of me. His morning wood pressed against me. The grin on his face told me what he wanted. Although, I was tired and barely awake after last night's love making and multiple orgasms, I knew there was no way I could say no. "Looks like you are interested in an encore Jimmy."...
After Jane had sucked my cock in the car she had passed out and had gone to sleep. When we got home I carried her to bed and covered her up so she could sleep it off. The morning arrived and I woke up first. Jane was still sound asleep still in the garter belt and stockings that she had on last night. I got out of bed and went in to take a shower. As I was...