Betty couldn't remember the first time anyone called her Princess. Her father had never called her anything else. She could, however, remember the first time her little girl's mind made the association between the character on the theater screen and what she had always been called. "Daddy if I'm a Princess how come we don't live in a castle like that?" He...
Author's Note: These stories are based on my life experiences. If you haven't read the first two parts of this tale, I'd suggest that you do so... If any of the readers out there ever visited beautiful Wreck Beach, in Vancouver BC you will understand what I mean when I write it is (or was) 'full service' beach... For those of you who haven't, it's changed qu...
Soraya, a Saudi princess (so she said) and chief Public Relations officer for a major organization funded by the Saudi government, expedited my journey into the world of "loving wives." She taught me how to use my position to seduce women and play the DC "insiders game," as she so appropriately called it, on my terms rather than be at the bequest of others....
It was a slow Tuesday night, even if it was early for my shift. As I began my second set on stage I knew my night was going to turn for the better as soon as John walked through the door. He flashed his VIP card at the bouncer and moved to one of the barstools. I wasn't sure he had noticed me yet, but as soon as the cold beer was set before him, he swiveled...
Author's Note -- I'd written a little more than this and then abandoned the story. But I was playing around with my tablet and drew a few scenes (three) from this story. They are just quick rought sketches, don't expect any masterpieces! I've chosen a sensible stopping point in what I had and made it into a story that might see more chapters later... I put...
Turning Fifty - the other side It had been a lousy Wednesday. The weather was lousy, it seemed that everything in the work environment had been lousy, the stock market was lousy, my personal life was lousy. Ronnie was sort of a flash of light as she swung into my office that afternoon, “got a second?” was her introduction to a conversation that usually go...
The summer after my first year at college I worked at a gym in a ritzy hotel in New York. I had the evening shift behind the desk, checking guests in and then closing the gym at midnight. After a few weeks I came to know some of the regulars. Daniel was one of them. He arrived at the gym late on Thursday night and was usually the last guest to leave before I...
It was late Friday night or early Saturday morning, I was too drunk to remember which because I had been out drinking. I got back to the apartment after a long walk and realized my roommate was gone. I thought to myself, "Wouldn't you know it? She's gone, I have the whole place to myself, and no one to fuck me. Damn the luck!" I was very sexually frustra...
Patrick and his roommate Sam are the best of friends. They met in college and hung out continuously, with the exception of when they were with a girl or class, while there. The funny thing is they both went to the same high school also, but they never met until they became roommates at college. After college they moved back to their hometown of Lancaster, Ca...
It started very serendipitously. On a warm summer night in Delhi. I had returned home from a long day at work. I took a cold shower to wash away the day's worries. Got out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around me and went into my bedroom to get dressed for bed. My standard sleeping garb in summers was a loose t-shirt (no bra) and shorts (no panties). As...