David, ever the romantic, first suggested a return trip to Hawaii over candlelight during our Valentine's Day dinner. We hadn't been back in years, he reminded me. Money was coming in steadily now, and, frankly, we deserved a little down time. One month later, our bags were packed and we settled in for the six-hour flight from Denver to Honolulu. This was go...
Ritu had always been fond of Akshay, her husband, but she admired him even more when he made her dinner and waited for her to come back home to sit together to eat. Akshay was an nourishing guy and cherished his duties as a husband and enjoyed them even more when he needed to tend to his rather introverted wife's needs and wants. This night was just another...
This is a little different than my other stories but it was written with a little help from my own talented wife at the request of a persistent reader. You know who you are. Hope you enjoy. *** Have you ever loved someone so much that loving them nearly destroyed you? My name is Jake and I met my wife, Heather, in college. I know it sounds stereotypical,...
The bar looked nice enough from the outside. Music seeped out, but velvet curtains obscured the windows and I couldn’t peek in. I looked at the sign and confirmed yet again that I was at the right place. There was nothing to do but go in—or turn around and go home. It wasn’t too late to forget the whole idea. If it had been an ordinary Internet date I wouldn...
"Please don't go yet." I begged him, not wanting the dream to end, the same dream I'd had every full moon for the last twelve years. He held me tighter, stroking my hair. We'd just made love in my queen bed with the silk sheets in my little townhouse. A far cry from the cave where he'd first taken me, on the furs with the fire pit crackling sparks and tossin...
Somehow this was the most difficult thing I'd had to do since becoming my wife's full-time sissy. Across from me sat my best friend Jack and he was waiting for an explanation. Well, what kind of explanation could I possibly give him? Here I was, his co-worker, his buddy since college, the guy he shot pool, played cards, watched the Knicks with at the Garden,...
I am so connected to him. So in tune to his every feeling, his every mood. So I knew that he was struggling. Struggling with loneliness and stress. I could feel it every time we spoke. Things have been a little strained between us, not because of anything that we were doing, but because of the direction that our lives were taking. When he told me that he was...
Since she worked close-by, Tina and I would frequently have lunch together at our little village's deli. We were sitting in a booth that was in the back of the restaurant acting like a couple of newly-weds. We were laughing and she was occasionally "massaging" me under the table with her feet. "Jack, sweetie, I'm taking a mental health day on Friday, can y...
A violinist remembers events from her past during a performance. Note: I was inspired to write this little diversion during a live performance by a mature female violinist. She was playing a beautiful piece of music, and it occurred to me to wonder what she thinks about as she plays. For instance, does she ever think of herself as a ten-year old girl learn...
Will asked if I'd be willing to show him my naked body after I put my wig and makeup on but before I got fully dressed. I said sure—my only other fem adornments being my cherry-red toenails and a matching bead anklet above my left foot. With all the security and body scans and what-not at airports these days, I hadn't even worn panties under my street clothe...