Day 11 It was my last day in the villa. Almost a week ago I had heard the letting agent saying to a departing family that the villa was empty for the week and so I had purloined the key and enjoyed free use of the villa ever since then; but what I did not know, had not discerned from the comment, was quite when, exactly, the week was up. It might be that I...
I actually managed to sleep well that night, in spite of all my worries. Lydia had clearly worn me out more than I realized. My alarm woke me at a bit after 8, and after showering and otherwise getting ready, I was at Lydia's room by 9. I had my hands jammed in my pockets as the only way to hide my painted nails. Lydia greeted me with a quick peck on the li...
Great Britain Ch. 01: Ireland Now, there is a reason they call the British Isles, Great Britain; they are F’N GREAT! Now this story is not all true, nor is it all fiction. I like to think of it as a nice mix of reality and those dreams that were running through my head the whole time I was away. Also, this is not my first time in Europe, nor my first sexual...
As always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this new story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, I would not be writing. Chapter 11 - DAY SIX: COMING T...
I've just checked into the Taj Mahal Palace. It's been a long day and I think, I'll just take my towel and head down to that huge swimming pool I've seen in the brochures. It looks pretty good. I head down and there are a lot of people by the pool, taking up most of the poolside deckchairs. I find an empty one next to a young lady in an animal print bikini a...
Note: This is the first episode in a series entitled "Roxanne and Willie". This story is the third part of a four part series. The first two parts, "Brenda and Bobby" and "Sandra and Stevie" have already been posted on this site. "Roxanne and Willie" can be read and enjoyed on its own, but you will know more about the characters if you go back and read the...
The bar looked like a typical American bar on a hot summer day. But it wasn't. It was on the raunchy Reeperbahn in Hamburg, Germany, and it was a live-sex-show bar. There was a padded red-rug-covered platform for live sex performances built up against the inside of the bar counter. It was a mere ten steps from the open door and could clearly be seen from th...
Author's Note: In addition to being a full-time college professor, I have a "second job" off campus that is very rewarding, both for its monetary benefits and for the occasional erotic situations such as the one described below. While the names have been changed, the following story is completely true. And while the entire ongoing account is worthy of possib...
She heard the doorbell ring inside the house as her finger depressed the button to the left of the door. Birds chirped in the trees around the neighborhood and the air was fragrant with spring flowers. After a few moments the sound of footsteps could be heard from inside. The door opened and there stood a stern looking woman who appeared to be in her late 50...
“What was it like,” Mike said to Laura, “living where the stars were only up as opposed to all around?” They drifted at the outer ring, pressed against the cold filament-heated windows, staring out at the stars. Laura had once lived on a planet. Michael never had. The idea of stars being present only when he looked up was alien to him. The idea of up was al...