Sept. 1st, 1973 Carl Beswick Interviews Ms. Justine Ulla Roschmann America International Corp. Royal Cathcart Hotel, Hong Kong 15:45 - 17:00 hrs. "Testing, testing. 1, 2, 3. 3, 2, 1, testing, testing. This is Carl Beswick." **Tape Recorder on Play** Miss Roschmann enters Bendick's Tea Room located within the Cathcart Hotel. She is wearing light blue s...
John was my older brother's best friend throughout their entire school career so I pretty much grew up knowing him as well. About the day I started showing interest in boys is the day he started showing interest in me. I never thought of him as anything more than a friend then. I merely brushed it off as a passing phase because they left for college the year...
My name's Aurora. At the time my story takes place I was an eighteen-year-old girl who looked chaste, naive, and as fresh and pure as the first snowfall in October. That also happened to be the month the following night took place. Don't jump to conclusions about me, I grew up on a horse ranch outside of Gerlach, Nevada, and by this age could break a mustan...
The two men sat in easy chairs in the library on that cold autumn afternoon. Each had a snifter of Remy Martin VSOP brandy in hand. They casually sipped it, gazing out beyond the patio to the lawn and a small lake. In the distance were oaks to whose limbs clung the last dying leaves of the season. It was a time for quiet reflection; for remembrance of things...
Candy and I had a small dinner and a big cocktail that evening. "Are we going to make lust tonight?" she wanted to know. I looked at my watch. 8:30. "You better believe it," I told her. "Let's start now. I want you to take a shower, and get all prettied up, OK?" She said nothing, just got up, and went to the bathroom. I went to the bedroom, and pulled...
Welcome to another one of my stories! My ex-girlfriend said I should share some of these crazy stories with the world. At the time, I never bothered but now with the pandemic I have a lot more time on my hands, so...enjoy! I have changed the names to protect everyones privacy, but the rest of the story is 90% true and 10% me filling in the blanks of minor de...
This story takes place a few years ago when I was thirty-two years old and my wife, Susan, was twenty-seven. It was a difficult time for me because I had injured my foot. Although I did not have a cast, the foot was painful and I needed to use crutches to keep the weight off. Sue and I shared a one bedroom apartment. It was a Saturday night in August and Su...
I am a married man, father, and a genuinely faithful guy, but I have a sexual conundrum I confess. I dearly love my wife and have so for many years, but her libido is practically extinct, whereas mine, well, it is still as high-strung as a 19 year old college freshman around a bunch of half-naked cheerleaders. We have tried to work this obstacle out of our m...
"What are you doing?" I asked quietly as I glanced furtively from side to side, making sure no one was looking. The subtle wobble in my voice betrayed my nervousness as his hand rested on my knee just below the end of my shorts. He looked at me and flashed a bright knowing smile. His fingers inched subtly higher and I felt a familiar tingle between my legs....
To the individual who keeps writing me telling and tell me how bad my stories are, please do us both a favor and stop reading them! Don't bother with my stories! I don't want you to get all upset and be pissed off at the world. I think you are a little sad. If you don't like the type of stories I write, why the hell do you read ALL of them? Maybe you just li...