"Just come to one class. I'll even pay for it" Daisy nagged playfully poking my shoulder as I stood at the kitchen bench chopping veggies for dinner. Daisy was my long time girlfriend who had, in recent months got on the fitness bandwagon. She had started going to classes at the gym. I always thought she had a nice body but her work at the gym was really pay...
A few years ago, I hit that place in life where I had the "perfect" suburban lifestyle. Married man with two small children, a townhouse in the subdivision and a mortgage that was a little too large for comfort. My wife was at home with the children, and had reached the stage in her life where she was tired all the time and nothing was going "right". We des...
Well, after twenty years of marriage it often feels like the excitement seems to falter. The wild days of sex on the fifty-yard line, skinny-dipping with a half dozen friends, and wet tee shirt contests were gone, heck we even sold the hot tub. It's not that we don't have sex, in fact we enjoy each other on a regular basis. What I'm talking about is the stuf...
The highlight of my week is my weekend runs, mostly because of the time I get to spend with her. You know how it goes, the week is all busy with our day-to-day crap and we never get to spend quality time together. There is no better way to start the weekend then by getting a good long hard work out in and spending the time at her side. Before I get into ou...
It was late August and hot as hell. I was 21 years old, and helping my boyfriend Brad switch apartments right before the start of the fall semester. We had only been dating a few months, and I had just recently met his mom and step-dad. They showed up about 9:00 that Saturday morning to help us move. Brad's mom and step-dad were much younger than my parents,...
There I am, sitting on bench with a towel draped across my neck at the gym, cooling down at the end of my workout. I'm wearing a white t-shirt, gym shorts and running shoes. My body is glistening with sweat. Then I see you walk in... You strut in with a white tank top and very short shorts. I peer you from top to bottom, noticing the shapely curves of your...
I've played sports all my life, soccer, football, swimming, basketball, anything and everything that I could compete in I wanted to be a part of. This experience happened to me when I was 18 playing on my last club level baseball team. A city association over the summer, nothing high end, just local kids randomly mixed onto teams that duked it out once a wee...
She'd had the talent for as long as she could remember. In fact, for Alice, memory was inextricable from the immediacy of scent. For most people, a long-forgotten moment will return in a flash as vividly and unexpectedly as a slap in the face, dealt by a fragrance. For Alice though, the moment had never been lost--the smell wasn't a page torn from a book blo...
"Pull over up here." he said. "Where?" she asked. "Right here, in parking lot. Park the car and go buy something." he said. "What...seriously?" she said. "Just do it." he said. "Whatever. What should I buy?" she asked. "Anything." he said. "What do you mean anything?" she asked. "Anything." he said. The blinker clicked and she steered the car into t...
Jack loves to see his landlady Stacey wearing short sleeveless blouse and skirt. She is in her mid-forties, a little fatty, wears blouse much above navel, and the blouse is of dark colour, and ultra low-cut tight design. The low-cut back of the blouse on her smooth coffee colored skin is a treat to watch. Her plump shoulders are exposed, Jack longed to kiss...