1. The first time I met Martha was in the fall of 1975, or thereabout. Her husband, George, and I were college classmates, sharing classes together and working on the college poetry magazine. He was a skinny, beak-nosed fellow with rather lifeless brown eyes, intense, with the typically undergraduate assurance that we were intellectually superior to every...
October 31st, Halloween night. My favorite night of the year, even in my twenties. The fun didn't stop, when I wasn't able to go from door to door looking for candy anymore. In fact to me, it actually became a lot more fun then it was back when I was a kid. Starting in high school Halloween became about going out with your friends and partying and getting...
Before I knew it, I was at Andi's place, which was a few blocks away from Roshanda's. Everything was racing. My thoughts, my heartbeat, the speedometer. I was glad Andi lived where she did because any further, and I'm pretty sure I would've gotten pulled over. Slamming the door and locking the car, I ran to the porch of Andi's crib. Why didn't I go to Ro...
I am Deep Basu, a fairly successful corporate executive and now CMD of a Swiss owned company in India. I am a happily married man with two grown up children both well settled abroad. My wife is a well educated woman, who in recent days keeps herself busy in social activities, to cope with the empty nest syndrome. We did have a very active sex life during the...
Garden of Eden Therapy Center: "And remember, it works if you work it. Say it with me, everyone. It works if you work it. It works if you work it. It works if you work it..." As the chanting grew in decibel level, Katherine gently massaged her temples and fought the overwhelming urge to run out the doors or punch someone in the face or do both. After the...
Max's county estate was in the middle of a huge piece of property so there were no immediate neighbors. Since Max still lived mostly in his apartment closer to the city and the plant, there was little other reason for this house but to have place to hold parties and not be harassed. I pulled onto his lot and parked in the back of a large group of cars. I c...
Chapter Eleven: First Meal (Note: first I apologize to those readers offended by my careless use of German words. I would take more time and be more considerate if i were to make this a novel; I've written a few. I wanted no more than to have my character make "utterances" and could just as well have made them alien. NP) * Nutte too liked taking me by the...
I finally sleep with the smell of that new book in my face. Only about twenty pages to go when my eyes closed forcefully with the light still on, the print blankets my face. Waking up where I left off some six hours earlier the story is finished. Supposedly a novel a day keeps the shrink wrapper away, my theory in high school. No, I do not want to meet with...
Hi, Jorge here. I hope you liked this story I made and you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I welcome any criticism, but please remember this is my first story. ***** Hello, and welcome to the journal where I write my dirty adventures. Let me begin by introducing myself: my name's Jorge Robles, I'm a 41 year old Latino P.E. coach at my local sch...
My wife and I are very open. Jennifer is sexy and a little wild, but I still love her. She is 21, with a smoking body: 5'9, perky breasts, and a round, tight ass. She stays nice and smooth, not a hair on her body. I knew she was sexually adventurous before we got married, and as long as she is honest, I am fine. It is really a turn on to hear her stories. O...