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...
Thanks to the knee doctor for editing help. There is no sex in this story, Sorry. * It was unusual for me to be working on a Saturday. The only reason I was in Lancaster today was to placate a special customer. I work for a manufacturing company called Paitone. We make telephones. Not your usual phones, but industrial phones that will work in abnormal or...
Thanks to the Hip and Knee doctor for editing assistance. There is no sex in this story. Sorry. * I guess my big mistake was not manning up earlier. I let myself get into a funk and now I was paying the price. To be honest with you, it seemed like the right thing to do at the time. A man is supposed to hold up and carry on, but I just didn't feel like it....
Thanks to the knee doctor for editing help. There is no sex in this story, Sorry. * It was unusual for me to be working on a Saturday. The only reason I was in Lancaster today was to placate a special customer. I work for a manufacturing company called Paitone. We make telephones. Not your usual phones, but industrial phones that will work in abnormal or...
It was sunny this morning, but still autumn-time cool. I'd been lucky enough to find this small house, just perfect for me, for less than $100,000. It sat on the top of a hill, and had two acres of land, plus a detached two-car garage, established gardens and a chicken coop. I had two covered porches, one on the east side and one on the west, from which I co...
Note to reader: A friend with the nom de plume of MrWicked asked me if I would write a story based on the premise of a guy getting e-mail pictures of his wife having sex − or at least a gal that LOOKED like his wife. He chose the title. He suggested several good endings but I created my own. Here is that story. I thought the first one was a practical jok...
God bless middleclass Americans because no one else will. * The consequences of this recession, soon to be depression, living life as an American citizen, God, baseball, and apple pie are replaced by unemployment, homelessness, and despair. When God doesn't answer our prayers, when Americans can no longer afford to go to a baseball game, when apple pie is...
This is quite pleasant, Fred thought, as he lounged by the community pool, located only steps from his retirement home. He had always liked to swim, even back in Ohio during the cold winters, and the size of the pool permitted him to lap swim and keep fit. Yesterday he did a half-mile, so this was his day to relax. When it cooled later, he would walk a mile...
It's not pleasant growing old. They tell you when you retire from work that you can relax into your twilight years, and see out your days in peace and tranquillity. Well, I'm – let's say 70-something – now, and ever since I left the job I'd loved for over 40 years, lecturing in Classical Mythology at Girton College, Cambridge, my life has been in a constant...
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...