A lost art, whittling. Passed on from father to son, though in my family it had skipped a generation. I learned it from my grandfather. My father thought of it as a waste of time. Granddad taught me to use it as a thinking tool. I had been doing this it seemed all my life. I would go to the backyard with a block of soft wood and my sharpened pocketknife and...
Kissing on my neck, your tongue darts out occasionally lightly lick the heated skin making me want your affections even more. Small nibbles with teeth lightly scrapping my flesh sends shivers down my body. Sheets kicked off the bed to less the heat coursing through my blood. My hands knead your head, fingers entwined in your hair, encouraging you. My breath...
My husband was tied to the bed naked; his cock lay limp between his legs. Tonight I planned to indulge him in his secret fetish for smoking. My husband does not smoke, but is always on my case when I have the occasional cigarette. If I smoked in public, it would usually cause a row. I cut back from 10 cigarettes a day, to 20 in a week our son was born. One...
Nigel Cotes had been newly promoted to an executive position and he was very proud of himself. He was sitting in the hotel bar after a conference where he had given a talk about his division to the shareholders and directors of the company. He knew he had done well for himself and he liked others to know he knew it. He shifted his bulk around on his barstool...
The following story happened in 2006, it's not that I'm some kind of a stud; it happened because I was lucky and was in the right place at the right time. I'm sharing it with you because I can't very well share it with my wife. I'm in my mid 50's with a few extra pounds around the middle and bald but I do try to stay in shape I run five miles four times a we...
Graham Ward sat. He had been sitting in the same position; eyes fixed straight ahead, for the last thirty minutes. The sounds of sexual excitement from the next room were disturbing and distracting and he half wondered if he would ever get used to them. He believed that his choice in this matter was limited. Every few minutes he would close his eyes, trying...
Here I sit on a rough hewn windowsill, amidst gnarled branches strumming wretched anthems on shards of glass. Ah, this is a fine day, the first day of spring. At the start of spring, the landscape here bears little difference from that of winter, existing as a theoretical axis- a turning point promising better days to come. We've had an odd winter this year;...
She stepped into my room. Her previous persona gone. The conservative, quiet woman that I had come to know had vanished. Instead I saw delicious pale skin wrapped tightly in a black corset. Knee high black boots with a seductive five inch heel could not hide the full length of the black nylons that hugged her shapely legs. She wore the leather collar and cuf...
They sat quietly for a few minutes. Pulling clothing back into place a little dazed from the orgasms they had each experienced. The movie continued providing more of a backdrop than a focus point at the moment. The doctor put an arm around Ingrid and Brenda and drew them close. "I'd come to the movies more often if they all started like that," he whispered...
My wife Maya is very beautiful and smart. Even though we have been married for almost 15 years, Maya has maintained herself well. Both of us work in high-pressure jobs. Since we found little time, we had sent our only son to a boarding school in South India so we lived alone in our big house in a posh area of the national capital New Delhi. It was perhaps...