IV. Let's Get High The first week back at school was finally over. It was a balmy Friday night. Storm clouds hung low and threatening, and the humidity was thick in the air. Kitty and Brad were at a barbeque/day long house party on the other side of campus with the soccer team. After they had dinner, Adam told Lauren he needed to go back to the library to g...
As we rode toward the buffalo hunting ground, I asked, "What's going to happen at the marriage ceremony?" "Well, usually the night before, you would go into a sweat lodge to try to have a vision. While you are in there, the vapors given off by many herbs and other plants will help you have your vision." I grunted skeptically, "That's just great – they're g...
When they first met it was lust at first sight! The first thing Ben had noticed about Lucy was her sparkling, hazel eyes and the way they creased up in the corners when she laughed, giving her an almost Chinese appearance. Lucy had been engrossed in a conversation with her best friend Grace. They hadn't seen each other in almost three years, insofar as Grace...
It has been several months since my latest divorce (my third) was final. It's a beautiful Saturday morning and I'm sitting on the back porch of my home in Walnut Creek savoring my first cigar of the day and a cup of Starbucks (Pike with cream). I always indulge myself in a Starbucks coffee and a cigar on Saturday morning. I have a golf date at my club up the...
My wife and I lived and worked in a national park decades ago. The park was world famous and visited by millions each year. Lots of people from every walk of life -- including some real characters. This is the story about one of them we met and what happened when we took him home to party. My wife, Sherry, worked in one of the higher end retail stores in t...
John. He lashed out at the bedside clock, as though it were some vicious yet punch-prone alien. His hands and mind fumbled with it, he turned it over - what the hell is this thing, and what's with all the friggin' breeping? He couldn't fathom as to why anything would make such an awful noise so damn early. Bloody inconsiderate, he thought. Some part of him...
There was something deliciously naughty about being at a party with Jordan, my wife of eight years, when I'd also been fucking the hostess on the side. This happened a few years ago, but it's no less alive in my mind. It was a Christmas party in Lower Manhattan. The hostess was a divorcee I worked with named Barbara, a tall, slim, mid-30s sophisticate with...
CHANGE OF RULES By Hotprof1973 As with all my stories, this is a work of fiction and not intended to be some moral lesson of how spouses should react, but rather how these characters react in this situation. Once again, huge thanks to rnebular for once again taking the time to edit and giving plot suggestions, which greatly improved this story. I just noti...
The masseur with the broad shoulders—let's call him Ben—was man-handling my wife's heavy tits, squeezing them roughly, pinching her thick nipples, wobbling them back and forth, enjoying their heft. Ben was obviously having a good time, if the size of his hard-on was any measure. The tent in his pants was massive. He was obviously as hard as a rock. Judging...
What happened. Wet, stoned, naked, sore, and covered in the ooze of some thorough fucking. I am out-of-work poor and have been since the economy crashed in 2008. I worked as a welder in an assembly plant in Albuquerque and was one of the last to be laid off as the factory crashed. I did not weld for almost three months. But I drew a paycheck for a full fo...