This story that you are about to read is in the words of my lover my wife and my Mistress her name is Kara. I am only typing this one as she is telling me what to type; I am sitting here with a cock ring on and a butt-plug up my asshole. I am completely naked and Kara my wife is dressed up in a black leather mini skirt and high heels her lover Dave is sittin...
I have been asked many times how my series about my wife cheating, first started. This is the beginning, and it changed both our lives forever. First, some background. My wife and I have been married for about ten years, after meeting in college. I considered myself quite the stud back then, but was still surprised and flattered when I landed someone like...
Back in the 1980s I was a manufacturer's representative selling hospital supplies in Chicago. Most of the time I met with middle-aged men, hospital administrators. But then I met Lynda Keller, a nursing supervisor, divorced, mid-30s and slightly built lady with ash-gray, blond hair cut in a pixie manner. I soon learned she wore her hair that way so the it wo...
I wave hello to the boys as I breeze on back to Jasper's office. He's yelling at someone on the phone. I wait in the hallway until he's done. Jasper is sitting at his desk with his head in his hands, but his face goes from stormy to glad when I walk in. I jump in his lap. Kiss his cheek. My legs dangle over the armrest. "Hey darlin!" He wraps his arms a...
They called Dr.Tambellini, the head of Pulmonolgy at Buttermilk General "Tambo" the nickname of his youth,. He'd been called this when he'd played stoopball with his friends in the tenements of Angel's Alley, just a shade economically more prosperous than the denizens of the Buttermilk Narrows. Tambo was not pretentious; he considered much of his economica...
I was having some writer's block with the story I've been sort of working on for over a month, so I thought I'd try something else just for fun. Of course this came out in one day, written largely on my commute—is it weird to write this kind of thing on the train? Please don't tell on me. It's a little different, but I hope it's still enjoyable. ———— I thi...
About 20 years ago I was approaching 30 and very fit. I worked out 5 days a week, cycled every day, and jogged about 20 miles a week. I had no problem picking up women. I was about 5'7" 135 pounds brown slightly balding hair, deep brown sparkling eyes. I worked outdoor construction so I had a very pronounced farmers tan going, Well, one day at the gym a gu...
I just couldn't focus on the words in front of me. It was my freshman year of college. Like most students my age, I'd taken advantage of the freedom of college life to drink, stay up late, go to parties, etc. Everything, except get laid. I've always been intensely shy, and I'd yet to find that elusive balance between "not buzzed enough to let go of my inhib...
Exhausted, I stood in front of the heavy wooden door holding the brass key the little old Italian mama in the café a few doors away had just handed me. Her grey hair was pulled back in a severe bun at the nape of her neck and she was wearing a loose black sack-like dress, cinched in a little at the waist by her blue and white striped apron. Her impatience at...
June 27, 2010 If only he knew, Walter Boudin thought to himself. It was 4:00am, just a few hours after he had finished making love to Emma Madden. He loved hearing her breathe as she slept, the smell of her lily-white skin, the look of her reddish-gold ringlets. He even loved the sight of the used Trojan Magnum condom lying on the floor. In a weird way, he...