Chapter 14: Disobedience Bob sat down at the table and put on a broad smile. "So, what was it we were talking about when we were so rudely interrupted?" Junie cracked up, "I think I was telling you about the canvas sling I made. But it's kind of hard to describe, I would much prefer to demonstrate it for you." She looked up at him through her lashes and bi...
Dating can be a curious business for those over a certain age, that age being 50. After long term relationships are over, especially marriage, there is an urge to explore, to catch up on things missed, to indulge in things not available in the midst of an exclusive relationship. When Barbara separated from her husband of decades, she had opportunities. That...
Mark was tired. He'd worked a little late, brought home some take-out, and promptly passed out on the couch. So when his cell phone bleated from the coffee table, it startled the hell out of him. "Shit!" He sat up, ran a hand through his hair, and hit the talk button. "'lo. This is Jenkins." "Hello, Jenkins." He could hear her smile through the phone, her...
There was no way she was going to ask how he found their way back to the cabin with no landmarks, no compass and no map to follow. No way she was going to give him the satisfaction. It was silly of her, even childish, and she knew it. But, as she so often reminded her husband, it's a woman's prerogative to be silly and childish at any time. And this was goin...
The room was heavy filled with the smell of smoke, alcohol, sweat and a miasma of heavy perfume and cologne. It was dark; you could see the city lights through the open windows. Blue lights shown on the band, with a soft yellow spotlight in the center that enveloped them all. Crowded, loud. The band was playing hot. Fast jazz swing and sultry, slow torch...
In the first chapter, Priyanka's (Priya's) below knee length hair was shortened to waist length at the back by her classmates as a punishment for her. Her female classmates left the building thinking the punishment inflicted on her was over, but they didn't know that the men were still unfinished.. The punishment continues... Now the only people left in the...
After nearly 20 years in a rather unexciting marriage and finding myself single again at the age of 45, meeting Joyce seemed a bit like a dream come true. She was a rather leggy 23-year-old with perky breasts only a woman her age could possess. Like a lot of younger women, she wanted to try it all, including being with an older man. I was only glad to help o...
It was the Sunday before last. Watching TV, I was bored to death and decided to give my slave, my wife, a bit of a work-out. I instructed her to come with me down to the driveway at the back of the property. When we first got married, she might have asked me why, or refused, or said it was too late. But training a slave requires asking a little bit more of...
It was the Sunday before last. Watching tv, I was bored to death and decided to give my slave, my wife, a bit of a work-out. I instructed her to come with me down to the driveway at the back of the property. When we first got married, she might have asked me why, or refused, or said it was too late. But training a slave requires asking a little bit more of...
This is one of a series of stories about our soft swing adventures. If you have not done so, please read our introduction to these entitled "Soft Beginnings". In case you don't read that first, let me tell you a little about us. * I am Stephen and my wife is Marie. We have had a wonderful and most fortunate life so far. A combination of good work situation...