This story is based on real people and true events in my life. There is a strong fantasy component which I trust will be obvious to the reader, to whom I leave the task of sorting what's fact from what's fiction. There is very little explicit sex in this story. It's a story of love found and lost, and found again in a different time. And for the record: Ba...
Advertising, like a lot of other so-called glamour jobs, is a lot of hard work a lot of the time, but it also has its compensations. The story I tell you now is certainly one of them: one of those delightful, exciting sexual surprises that probably happen more times in this business than in, say accounting. Back when I was in a large advertising agency in C...
As the condom covered cock nuzzled against my wet and engorged lips so I thought 'It has been such a long time.' As Paul pushed his welcomingly sturdy and stunningly hard prick up me I realised that it been about nine months, around three-quarters of a year or approximately forty weeks since I had been fucked. As he surged deep into me so I realised that my...
The first notion that was placed in Angela's head was this: 'one can be a slut and be elegant.' Sydian. Sydd went on: 'It—slutting; sluttish behavior—is something that one can put on or take off like clothes. Elegance is an enduring trait. Having said that, this one thing remains about being a slut—becoming one...requires work. Sluttish behavior is intellect...
This is just before the half way point in the story. If you want the complete version you may e-mail me and I will forward it as a Word document. That night, after Jack left, Sophie lay in bed and cried. She wanted Jack. She wanted to make love to him, but Iain's ghost was making in impossible for her to react to his lovemaking. Iain had blighted her life...
Chapter 4 Wednesday I had to get up early on Wednesday as I had three classes, the first starting at 8 am. Classes were uneventful until my last class of the day. It was my Economics class and Prof. Simon handed me a slip of paper as I entered the class. The paper said to meet her in her office following class. A little after 2 pm I arrived at Prof. Simon'...
Part XVII: Bigfoot Sal, Kim and Caitlin rode their Harleys up I-95 from Las Vegas toward Reno for hours. At Stonewall Flat, Caitlin pulled ahead and motioned the others to turn off on Rt. 266. They headed north along the California-Nevada border.When they entered the small town of Dyer, Nevada, Caitlin pulled into the small parking lot of a tavern next to th...
Mountain Resort 4 Epilogue Peter, the very powerful English CEO, had business meetings in New Delhi with several government officials. As on many previous occasions, he was invited in prince Kyrhan's lush palace off the city. His wife, Linda, who had recently been renamed Leena, a more Indian sounding name, was also in the country. She was heavily pregnant...
Long ere I spied the weathered signpost pointing the path to Taylorsville, I had felt that something was amiss. My aged bones were huddled against the freezing rain, and Old Dolly must have ambled down a wrong road somewhere past Statesboro. With my eyes tucked underneath the felt brim, I hadn't noticed. Night had fallen hours ago, and I could venture no gu...
AUTHOR'S NOTE AND CONTENT ADVISORY — This story can possibly stand alone, but I recommend reading Chapters 1 and 2 first, which you can find under my author profile. The events in this chapter occur a few months after the end of Chapter 2. Please be aware that this story has a cuckolding theme, plus some humiliation and male-to-male bisexual contact. If th...