This story has no sex. Sorry. It is just a man trying to use his past to understand and handle his present. If you want to leave comments, thanks. If you just want to bash the main character for being a wimp please remember that this is fiction. Thanks. * Did you ever have one of those moments when something that happened years before pops into your mind...
Most people use the phrase, "the corners of my mind." There's even a song with that phrase in it. It popped into my mind a while back and I thought about it. I don't have any corners in my mind. There doesn't seem to be some old box up there, with a lid on it. My thoughts feel as though they are in a whirlwind and random pieces fly out of the eddy at an amaz...
As always, many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember this is my universe, a place where nearly anything can, and often does, happen. At least on paper... Please refer to my profile for more on my personal policy regarding comments, feedbac...
Tyll sighed heavily as the portal collapsed. He trudged towards the temple, fully robed and masked, the Kephomeh's summons in hand. Vrema snuffled him in concern, pacing him. Tyll stroked her neck and murmured. "He's going to make me retire. I know it." She heaved a smoky sigh. Tyll retiring meant she retired. She imaged Tyll surrounded by children and hers...
Some would say that Greg Perry was a cold fish. But he wasn't. He was passionate about so many things. It was just that he never lost his temper. If he raised his voice it wasn't passion or anger, it was a purposeful decision to raise his voice, to underline whatever he was saying. But, he was a kind, fair-minded and loving man. His main passion by far was...
-Jill- I didn't exactly wake up in a ditch, but I woke up in a stranger's bed. Here I am again. Back to square one. Only one body is in the bed, so thankfully I didn't end up in a group sex thing. That was a real possibility. The real punishment is the worst hangover of my life. "Want some breakfast?" The guy from the bed asks as I'm getting dressed. I'm t...
This is a story about sexual exploration and, open relationships. Open relationships can and do happily exist; but they are not for everyone. If you do not believe it is at all possible for open relationships to exist without damage to any and all involved parties, please do yourself a favor and don't waste your time reading this. Standard disclaimer—this s...
I waited in the Liberty House kitchen far enough away for Anne, Renee' and the young membership to feel comfortable that they could talk in confidence. After being part of an all-female make out session I did not need to know more about their secrets. The less I knew, I felt, the better I could protect their interests. The living room door opened. Young wo...
(Set in England) Ernie Trump awoke at dawn and reached for his old friend called Erection and sighed. He'd much prefer reaching for an already warmed pussy conveniently beside him only a few finger widths away. His mind suddenly clicked with the obvious solution. Now that he lived alone in the family house -- his parents having limped off to geriatric he...
Walter (Wal) and Wanda, both mid forties, had been friends for ten years, happily married for the last five since Wal left the Navy. Nicely settled in a coastal city their lives were quite routine but no one was complaining. Sex meant Friday nights, 9.30 pm, thirty minutes of chatting and thirty minutes of vanilla activity. Chat time did however include a...