This story is a true account of the experiences of a husband who searches for ways to give his wife the type of sexual joy she gives him. Names have been changed of course. At twenty-years-old I met eighteen-year-old Carol in her freshmen year of college through a mutual friend. Although we attended different schools, we hit it off from the very first nigh...
"Susan," exclaimed a shocked Janet. "Aren't you going to ask Tim? Do you think that he'll be ok with you going? Won't he be upset? You'll be the only married woman in the group. You know Carol and Peggy; they'll be in bed with some guys six hours after the plane lands in Vegas." "Ask? Ask? Like he's going to say no? Tim never says no, Jan. Fuck him, I'm sic...
DEBY Vern drove us down from the mountains in the morning coolness in complete silence, none of us feeling particularly chatty after the previous evenings events. I was barely out of that vehicle when Norman pushed me into another and we were off to a marina and on to his very large, Bertram motor launch. Outside the breakwater he opened the throttles and t...
I was looking for a favorite t-shirt of mine one evening while my wife was at work, and when I pulled out the bottom drawer of the dresser in our guest bedroom it came off its track. I pulled it all the way out to see about getting it lined up again and saw there was a green hardcover log book, along with a bundle of letters that had been lying under the dra...
Mary blamed the alcohol for starting everything. She knew they were all responsible for their actions, but without the booze they never would have gone a fraction as far as they did. Mary also knew too well that liquor loosens lips, turns off your filter for saying stupid stuff, and lowers your inhibitions. Drinking with good friends sure helps that filter g...
All of my writing is fiction and the stories and characters are all products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always...
This story is pure romance with no cheating; it's intended for a special audience. The sex is there, but you've got to read for a while to get to it. This is a story of love denied for many years but ultimate a story of very special love finally shared. I had real trouble editing this story; my eyes kept filling with tears as I read it over and over again, b...
Before reading this little adventure, please read The Weekend (Part I) which was originally intended as a stand-alone story and I have changed slightly at the suggestion of several readers in order to extend and complete the tale of our heroine. There is not a great deal of graphic sexual shenanigans in this absolute figment of my imagination, so if you ar...
We had recently moved into a fixer upper, a house in dire need of some TLC. My wife, Anna, and I had been renting for the past three years, since our marriage, and we were now hoping to build some equity in a home. I had taken a semester's leave of absence from the college where I taught so we could finish the project in a reasonable length of time. My dad,...
Phil Vassar had a big hit with a song called, "Carlene". It's seems only fitting to expand the story of "good Carlene" with a few changes and twists. As is my habit the characters are larger than life. There is no real nasty sex in this romantic story. Don't read it looking for the stroke material and then bitch because it isn't there. Yes, it is a somewhat...