It all started in a period when nothing mattered and even his writing had lost its ability to spellbind him. He was fast approaching 70 and so jaded that it seemed nothing sexual could awaken his lust and yet an unexpected compliment from a Lady writer possessed of a fetish for subjecting herself to the rampant predilections of groups of old men was enough t...
Eddie had taken Sasha's class for several years. Every Tuesday night he spent an enjoyable hour sweating with her, Lisa, and Tanya to Sasha's playlists and her evil cycling routines. The four of them were a constant, others came and went but they were there week in and week out aside from a sick kid or a business trip. Over the years he had managed to turn b...
Another day in the ongoing adventures of Dick and Ayva. Life cannot always be ups... ups... ups. ******* Dick's timing was all-wrong. He had waited too late. Ayva was more than three quarters asleep when he romantically kicked her chair and jerked his head toward the bathroom. Ayva sighed, her parents had visited for almost two weeks now and it seemed li...
A note to the reader. In the first chapter of "Comfort the Widow," Anisé and I met in Seattle at a business conference. The next thing you know we're driving her mint condition 1956 Cadillac Coupe de Ville to dinner (and then her place), and horsing around. She unzipped my pants and liberated my cock, casually stroking it. I put my arm around her and dipped...
Another in my series of short stories. Prof. Davis Drives it Home "She's exhausted." Kyla said from the passenger seat of the rental car. "Yeah," I responded. "She's out already. Poor thing. She was up all night. Every time that she drifted off, someone came in and woke her up to check on her. She'll probably sleep all of the way home." "I feel so bad...
I walked into the bar to get a drink. It was late and not too many people were there. The room was dimly lit, with a pool table and a dining area. As I sat down at the barstool, I couldn't help but notice the smoking hot bartender behind the counter, refilling a glass. Her breasts must have been triple G's and they were crammed into a tiny, low cut top. I...
New Year's day came and went without any contact from Deb. I was going back to college for my final semester in two weeks and was curious as to whether the golfing vacation Deb and the other wives had given their husbands for Christmas would happen during those weeks. I couldn't take the chance of calling Deb so I had to come up with another plan. I called...
The conservative, tight-assed little bitch walked by me in the hallway at work every day, nose in the air, little ass swinging back and forth, not giving me so much as a glance. She was from the South somewhere, and her accent showed it. She spoke with a syrupy southern drawl and talked a lot about "God and Jaysus" and that kind of crap. She loved talking ab...
The next morning is when everything changed. It was the start of my entire world spiraling out of control. Up until then, my fiancee and I had had a close relationship. There had been no one else. I took pride in the fact that no one had seen her body except for me. And I had not been with anyone but her. We were going to get married in a few months. We had...
Melissa is a mental health case manager. And she's done working and is on her way to meet friends for drinks. Melissa is a vision of beauty, she's 5'10, 200 lbs, with a large backside, long Raven colored hair, green eyes, black framed glasses and a multi colored peace sign tattoo on her chest. She walks into the bar, only to find out her friends aren't the...