It's my birthday again. After sixty-one years you'd think that birthdays wouldn't be a big deal any more, but they still are to me. One reason for that is that my ten-year younger wife always pulls out all the stops to make the day special for me. Most men get tools and such for their birthdays. Not from my wife. She works hard to make each birthday extra sp...
Author's Note: This is a true story about an experience that some may call "a man's ultimate fantasy." It involved my lover and yours truly. Everyone romantically involved should have a night like the one I am about to describe. It happened because of his desire to watch a woman sexually arouse me. Of course, we know this male wish is nothing new; almost eve...
I wanted to throw the phone across the room. "Yeah... no problem Tim... I understand. No, it's fine. Yeah, I'll drink one for you. Alright talk to you later." Gently I hung up the phone. "Well, fuck me to tears, Agnes. Just fuck me to tears!" As I walked into the kitchen the preheat buzzer on the stove went off in mocking laughter. I turned off the oven,...
Multiple Parameters -or- Custom Brassieres A story by XXscribbler Rhonda was a minor mystery to Kevin. German by birth and education, she spoke English fluently but with the common Germanic problem of failure to handle well English's use of articles 'the' and 'a' -- and frequent imposition of German word-order within sentences. Over the past few we...
* * * Simon Sharpe. I decided to go home, leaving Jimmy sitting with Kim at the hospital. I wanted to shower and change. I parked in front of the house and got out of the car. I was just walking to the door when my phone rang. "Hello?" "Hello Simon, it's your father." I froze. I'd hoped to have nothing more to do with my self righteous parents. They'd...
This is a complete story under this title. It has been pleasing to see that a few people have chosen to post a "favorite story" or "favorite author" to a couple of my submissions. Thank you! I value that more than five stars (that get lost in the average). But all of us here tend to read stories with an H (average 4.5 or better). If you really like a stor...
Okay, I admit it. I was a prude. A 32-year-old accountant who always dressed in just about the most conservative business clothes possible (and Dockers and conservative blouses on my time off, what there was of it). Never married, and aside for a few brief and highly unsatisfactory dalliances, I had essentially no sex life. I was, on the other hand, a pretty...
The new day dawned with sun streaming in through my open curtains and I felt sooo relaxed as I woke, and while I lay enjoying the dappled light coming through the leaves of the tree in our back garden I replayed the events of yesterday in my mind. What a day - the day my life irrevocably changed - for good or ill I suppose is yet to be seen - but for now I...
Very much a last-minute entry, this. Submitted on the final day. I had to enter -- I've had one or more entries in this contest every year since at least 2003 -- not always under the Alex de Kok name! * "Any thoughts on where we pull in for the night, or maybe nights?" said Jack. "Why not there?" said Peter, pointing to a sign at the roadside as they went...
"Hey Amar! Boss has asked me to go to Bangalore for three days on an official tour yaar!" Sneha going on tour? This was interesting! Why would boss ask a married woman to go off on her own to Bangalore for a tour? It generally didn't happen; specially not in his company. What piqued Amar most though, was the fact that the expression on Sneha's face was rat...