I was sitting at my home office desk that Wednesday morning, waiting for a return phone call. My wife, Barb, stuck her pretty face in my door. "Gary called on my cell phone," she advised. "He wants me to drive up to his place and help him sort out her clothes and put them in storage until she gets back to claim them. He can't stand to look at them anymore."...
Now I sit here in my dotage, smoking a cigar and looking out over the ocean. I thought it would be best to regal you all with tales from my past, not the boring ones. Not the tales of hardship and neglected parenting, the rise to success, but the real stories the ones of my sexual exploits, the ones the readers are truly interested in. So if you are reading...
Jessica crept silently out of bed early in the morning, leaving Steve sleeping peacefully she padded naked down to the den where his computer was. Nervously she logged into the site "My Asian Wife Jessica". Today was the day they had set and she desperately needed to know the outcome. She had scoffed when he first set the site up, He planned to show her of...
"Hi, my names George, what's yours?" I asked, as the band played an especially loud number in the small crowded bar. "Julie." She shouted back at me. "Do you come here often?" "No, first time here. I'm from out of town." "Really? Where you from?" "Virginia. I live in a very small town in the mountains." I replied. "Would you like another drink?" "Yes, t...
This is my version of a sequel to the story "Reunion" that I posted a couple months ago. By mutual agreement, writingdragon is posting an alternate sequel titled "Reclaiming a Life," which, if we did it right, should appear at about the same time as this one. * Angelica killed the headlights and motor before coasting the Z4 into the driveway of the darkene...
ONE A beautiful smile possessed the oval soft-featured face of Lily Mathieson as she unhurriedly turned the page of her book – unhurriedly as she was trapped in her private little world of romance and had no wish to escape prematurely. The tiny alarm clock in her handbag would shrilly bring her back with a bang when it was time to return to the office. B...
Hearing the click of heels beyond my door I know you are nearly here, hitting the sleep key on my laptop I begin to head to the door. Halfway there you begin to knock, and I make a dash the rest of the way to the door. Unlocking it, you yank it open and rush in closing the door quickly behind you, your long overcoat obviously concealing something. Turning aw...
I had initially intended to add a backstory, but I think I like focusing on the sex. Also, there isn't much ACTUAL sex, this is mostly detail. But if you're like me, you know that details are important :) I apologize for the brevity, but please enjoy. _________________________________________________ Fingertips slide along your hips, just above the top of...
Many ask what divine intimacy is. Men with the hope that it is endless intense sex, women with the desire for some deeper connection through the pleasure they know has a spiritual quality rather than just profane ones. A Nymph is a mythical creature and rooted in their mythology is the answer to this question. She lives eternally, regenerating with new power...
I met her one morning... I guess it would be week eight, in our relationship. Our weird, intense relationship. She was wearing a loose little frock. It was designed to be worn over something else, like a body suit. Of course, she'd bypassed all that nonsense. It had a low, square scoop in front, and big arm holes. At the tops of her thighs, it had little v...