Angela. My precious. My adorable little dolly. My cheerful imp. We had so much fun with her. She showed me the world in a new way every day, through her eyes. As she grew, I began to speak to her about the Mysteries. I began to instruct her about Love. I was able to help her along in ways I had not been helped. I understood this world we were in much bet...
"I feel really silly... can't we just go home? We don't have to play," she fidgeted nervously in her seat and tried to pull the tiny, pleated skirt down a little more. "We've discussed this already," he said, pointing to the book that lay in between them, "We're studying history today so start reading!" She looked around the massive library and saw no one...
Ella and I met in high school, we were seventeen at the time, we both became friends and grew closer and closer until her friend Clarrisa played match maker. From then on we were inseparable. That was six years ago. At the time Ella was going through a hard time and Clarissa and I helped her through it. Clarissa was a bit of a character, she never wanted to...
A Day at the Beach... Nude that is... When it comes to going to the beach, we have become very spoiled with having clothing optional/nude beach within driving distance. It has become the only way to do the beach, naked, naked, naked! Carolyn came to visit and of course, where is our first stop the morning after her arrival, the beach. She has once again ch...
« Gentlemen start your engines! ». The public address system boomed out the words that thrilled every man-jack, girl, baby and even the birds. Each of the PA speakers striving to be the one to announce to her that the Atlanta Motor Speedway race was about to start. The sound vibrations seemed tuned to the frequency of the metal panels of the camper van and...
A Public Service Announcement: How to Spot a Suicide Bomber I live in New York City, so a certain amount of paranoia is reasonable. How much is too much? Great question. However, given that the New York City skyline has a relatively recent hole in it, I don't think it's too much to consider that someone, sooner or later, might want to consider rendering mor...
My wife Kate is such the entrepreneur with her own cafe specializing in serving women who loved the taste of male cum. The woman gobbled up Kate's specially made cum-filled Bismarks, selling as many as 50 dozen a day and $3 a pop, clearing a cool $12,600 a week. And the profit was all hers. The men who supplied the cum had gotten their ex-wives addicted t...
The night my marriage started to change was several months ago. My wife and I were avid readers. She was reading a book that focused upon fantasies and real life sexual adventures of women while I was deeply immersed in a mystery. She started talking to me about one of the situations described in the book. She was very animated about the story of a woman ha...
Letter 8 Sunday Dear V I am not dead or jealous, just angry. I am going to punish you in this letter, and myself too for being angry when I have no right to be. You cannot help your travels, but I am royally pissed anyway. Last night I did something I do not like to do. Neither do you. We will both suffer by my telling of it. It seems appropriate. I made...
Chapter 2 - The Night Before They tumbled out of the restaurant, giggling over what she'd just done to him under the table. Giggling over the public-ness of it, and how hot the waitress had gotten when she figured out what was up. They were wrapped in each others arms, smirking and smooching their way across the lot. Tom fumbled with the keys to the SUV, an...