Mickey was woken the next morning by the telephone. As he rolled over to pick it up, he saw it was already 11. "Hello?" he croaked "Mickey, its Sophie. Meet us for lunch at the Cafe Tropicale in town in an hour, ok? See you then, bye!" She put the phone down before he could respond. Typical Sophie. He was annoyed that she assumed he would have no other pl...
Anyone living in the northeast during the ice storm of '98 will never forget how most of us were left without power for up to a week. Having a 2-year-old at home, my wife and I found ourselves in a situation where we had no choice but to ask someone fortunate enough to still have electricity if we could spend a few days. This story is about what I experience...
This is another installment of the Friendship series. It doesn't involve much school, but another of my fantasies. Just a quick disclaimer, I don't support cheating, and if you don't either, you may not like this story. I thought it added more depth to the story, but I'd love to know what you think. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do! As always, comments ar...
The reservations had been made months before. This had to go well. Alissa knew she wanted to hang onto her 10 year marriage and her sex therapist said that this was the place to go. Alissa dressed nervously. She needed this to go well. Things had been rocky and he'd been working late. She knew if he wasn't so damn handsome she wouldn't feel so threatened. T...
{Note: All the names are fictitious and some characters are composite of more than one person.} * Each nudist resort is a unique place. Some are completely geared to transient visitors and all facilities are shared communally. On the other extreme, some are almost entirely geared the long term residents and there may be few, if any, transient facilities. T...
"I awoke to the sound of guns," he sighed. It was the End of the World from the moment our eyes met; from the moment the Wars began. A pause fills the room. Silence leaks into my eardrums. I can't breathe. "Continue, 647." You can hear the rash in his voice. He, the Lawyer, busily fiddles one of his hands through his balding hair; lips biting together, wai...
I slammed the car door and my date waved to me, oblivious to how shitty of a time I'd just had with her. Shocking lack of social skills: check. I entered my building and plodded up the stairs, trying to decide what I was more mad about: having to pay for the whole meal when the date had chosen this expensive restaurant, or that her date asked not a SINGLE...
As I've explained before, I specialise in entertaining older men, and offer "outercourse". Most people understand that means non-penetrative sex but I always stress the point when taking calls from new clients. I live close to an upmarket retirement "village" which has around 600 units, and there are also many retirees in the larger area. The vast majority...
This is dedicated to the older married women out there who are not sure if they still have "it" and wonder if men still find them attractive. This is also for the women who have male friends or acquaintances and have ever wondered if those men ever think about them or fantasize about them. I also dedicated this to a special lady out there "Roamme" who has of...
It was late October, 1886. The skies in the New England town of Mohonk were sky blue and the air was crisp and clean. The leaves on the trees and scattered on the ground were delightful shades of bright red, fiery orange, and a crisp yellow brown. The pleasantly chilly days gave way to blustery, cozy nights with clear skies full of bright stars and a huge, f...