My wife calls me a dork, but she smiles when she says it. I guess I can be childish, or child-like as I like to think of it. Usually she finds it my most entertaining trait, the one that keeps our life fun and exciting. Sometimes, not so much. Like this one time...But I should set the scene first. Our house is ruled by a little 5 year old nosy demon that c...
Sorry about the delay in writing another story. I just haven't had the time. * My god she is beautiful. My wife Sharon has just got out of the shower and her long dark curly hair is cascading down her back. At 39 and three kids later she is still a stunner. A small mummy tummy is all that is can be seen, and that only by a trained eye. This morning before...
After I cleaned up the mess in the bedroom left from a day of lovemaking with Sandy, I called Rachel. When there was no answer, I presumed she was still in Minneapolis. Nonetheless, I decided I would drop by the bookstore to see if she was there but not answering the phone. Then I could go around the corner to Wendover's Gallery to let them know my pictures...
The idea for these narratives started as talks with my wife about my sex drive vs. hers. She holds the viewpoint that I am somewhat overly focused on sex at our age, which is for us, early our 50s. We have had many discussions and comparing of experiences, what it all actually accomplished is yet to be seen. If you are in a hurry to get to the fucking and s...
Nero let his eyes glide across the strippers, his beer slowly sweating in the warmth of the seedy bar. The extra creds in his pocket felt heavy... an illusion but one he was comfortable with. He was out for an afternoon's delight with a stripper. Now came the difficult selection process. This was his favorite bar. The Casbah. As sleazy strip clubs went, it...
It was Friday night. We recently started playing cards on Friday nights. We would meet at either Jim or Mark's house, and spend the evening drinking, doing drugs, and playing cards. This is a Friday I wont soon forget. We met at around 7:30 this night. Jim was married to a beautiful wife, Sharon. They had two daughters and a son, all of them in there teens...
"To me it's not really a green. When I think green, I think of grass. That's more like lemonade color." Erica's nose was far too close to the glasses for my taste. Pouring the nearly clear absinthe over the rough-cut, cane-sugar cubes I favor, I tapped my spoon for a second to get her to back up. I wished I had my full setup here like I have at home, my Abs...
Holy Trinity - 3750 A.D. It was Wednesday on Holy Trinity. This was one of the two days of the week—the other, of course, being Sunday—that was designated an Energy Saving Day. Despite being in Mercury orbit and well bathed in sunlight from the nearby presence of the Sun, the Archdeacon and the Chief Pastors had deemed that the energy expenditure of the col...
Read it to me. Yuck. I don't even like to proofread my emails. Please... It's embarrassing. More than wearing my panties that time? No. So read it. As you wish... I think I surprised my wife when she threatened divorce and I agreed. I'm not sure exactly what she was expecting but it wasn't for me to simply agree with her that it was over and that we...
The evening was a bit on the cool side, I thought, as I drove towards the pub where I would meet Marc and Bev. Sliding down the windows a bit, I let the cool air refresh me as I worked my way through the go-home traffic of Portland. I was in town, on business, and on a whim, I had done some searching on a swinger's web-site that I used from time to time, lo...