In 2001, my grandfather died at the age of eighty. His name was Miguel Martinez, but everybody called him "Mike." That's what people call me, too, and always have, although my own given name is "Michael." I didn't know Grandpa Mike well, but since I was his closest surviving relative, I was named executor of his estate. You've met Mike if you've read the s...
The fire was warm and welcome, in the big fireplace, something I had only half expected. This was late August after all, and even this far North the days were not only long but also very warm. I guess there were more than a dozen men seated around the great room, enjoying the fire and male company. Far as I knew there wasn't a real life feminine curvy woma...
[This story goes in Loving Wives. There are two wives in the story. One is loving and the other isn't. There is sex; oral, anal and vanilla. There is payback, revenge and betrayal too. A hint: there are losers in this story. No animals were hurt or eaten while I wrote the story. I did take a break and nibble on a wonderful woman, because she asked for it. Pl...
Death brings strange changes to people. My wife and I were very close friends to Danielle and Mike. We would do everything together as two couples. They lived just across the street a few houses over on our block. Most of the time during the evenings, we would get together for dinnertime. Seemed to be more fun than eating alone and we would alternate cookin...
The holiday nearly went wrong before it had started! My old pal Bill had a bust-up with his girlfriend some days before our scheduled departure, and almost cried off, but I persuaded him to join us on the hopes of finding a replacement girl at the resort. We had booked a two bedroom penthouse apartment, with roof terrace complete with hot tub, and stunning s...
In the middle of our work on a very important project for me, my new assistant had just blurted out that he could see my shoes. I was so absorbed in what I had been reviewing that it took a moment for this odd comment to register. I looked up from the papers scattered on my desk to see Bill staring at me, his face bright red for some reason. I looked toward...
Ch. 3 -- Cumming home We lay like that for a little while, Sean now half on top of me. And I could still feel that cock, still hard, pressing into my thigh. Soon, his hand was again at my crotch, lightly stroking my swollen lips. Yes, they were tender, but slick with juice. and the more he stroked, the less it was painful tenderness and the more it was urge...
"What's wrong? You're so very quiet tonight" "Nothing. Everything is fine." I say. And it is. It's all so perfect. The streetlights we pass leave their momentary imprint on you, gently illuminating the curve of your body from thigh to face before leaving and trusting to the next one to come in and fill the black void. I've been watching you quietly for so...
It all began when Coleen Warren told me she needed a ride to the Salisbury District Court House. Short on money, short on friends willing to help, she insisted she had no one else to turn to but me, her probation agent for the past year. Salisbury was over one-hundred miles as the crow flies from where we both lived, the Baltimore Metro region. Her trial dat...
My dreams that night were of ardor and passion. The soft kisses, the velvet feel of her golden hair, the way my hands perfectly cupped Jasmine's gorgeous breasts. Her moans of ecstasy, her gyrations of pleasure, her shaved pussy glistening with moisture and her angelic face as she slept, combined to form a subconscious delight. These lucid details were en...