Author's note: Sorry for the long delay EVERYONE....but i hope you like it since i have been getting tons of emails about when i would update, so here it is...hope you like it..ta ta for now Chyna Marie * Lily found herself packing once she got home. Everything was in a daze, a tear induce daze that caused her to use two boxes of tissues. She blamed the c...
It had been a hot summer day in the San Joaquin Valley that amazing July day long ago. My husband (Gary) being in the Air Force, had been assigned to Castle Air Force Base and had just begun his career in the military. We had been married a year and were experiencing life as a married couple and away from our parents for the first time. I (Barbara) was only...
Mr. David was in his second year of teaching Band and things were not going well. The previous band teacher had been very old, and band in High School was never really the cool thing to do, so he was having a really hard time getting kids to be in his Marching Band. He had brought in outside help in the form of one of his friends from a marching band corps,...
"Edgar, You don't know what it's been like, trying to take care of our son and running things without you," my wife Chiyoko "Chi-Chi" Tanaka-Magloire said to me, tossing aside her briefcase full of legal documents. With a sad little shrug of her shoulders, she sat me down and talked to me. I've been gone for quite some time. One of the perks and drawbacks of...
Alison Preece was bored. She was also horny, a dangerous combination for a woman whose husband was not around for a couple of weeks. An even more daunting proposition when a handsome, muscular contractor was. The 29 year-old high school teacher was off for the summer and stuck overseeing some renovations to the house while her husband Philip was away on a b...
"Announcing the arrival of the Baroness Celide de Fornatte, your Majesty." The Baroness of the Marches entered the glimmering gilded ivory marble hall, which housed the new King-on-the-Lys in resplendent tapestries and curtains of spun gold, regal in a sweeping burgundy taffeta ball gown, her straw-blonde hair piled high upon her head and powdered white to m...
The stereotype about us bisexual men is that we're serial cheaters, disease spreaders and that we couldn't be honest if God Himself ordered us to do so. What a load of crap! As if there's a link between sexual orientation and dishonesty. Sounds like a character issue rather than a sexual one if you ask me, but what do I know? In case you're wondering who the...
About two years ago my wife and I, after four years of marriage, began to discuss fantasies we had never dared speak of before. We had spiced up the first few years by experimenting in bed with various positions and some role-play. Finally, when she asked me about another fantasy I had, I told her about wanting to be with her and another woman. As I feared,...
Goddamn, but Coach was a bastard. The tunnel-visioned SOB couldn't think of anything but football, so when I missed a couple of weight lifting sessions to study for my organic chemistry final, he reduced my scholarship because I wasn't "committed enough to football". So instead of taking that time off to get in shape, I spent the summer of '78 walking the st...
I was about to be naked when I met Adri for the first time. I'd agreed to pose for a life-drawing class she led in the little studio behind a rare print shop in Washington DC. She hadn't hired me, the owner of the shop had. I undressed behind a curtain, redundant, really considering that I would be spending the next two hours on display for a room full of s...