This story contains themes of forest fire and may be triggering for some readers. Chapter 1 The French Polish was chipped and the white nails had lost their luster. She stirs the ice cubes with a paper straw, stabbing at the orange slice floating on the ruby surface. She raises the glass, examining its contents. The glow from the sky outside, played with t...
She was a housewife, married for the past seven years. Now, at the age of twenty nine, she was a mother of two, a home-maker. She was confined within the walls of her husband's house, sharing the house with a nagging mother-in-law, as most average Indian families did. Her all-day working husband left her at the mercy of his mother, who treated her not more l...
I have total contempt for adultery. I regard it as destructive and degrading, on the strength of how my childhood was affected by events that tore my mother's family apart. I would have said with no hesitation that I would not lower myself, or debase a woman to that extent. Yet, here I was, about to jump into bed with a married woman, and I felt no guilt wha...
So, we have a new president, the first black President, the first President that is younger than I am. Barak H. Obama. Who could have ever imagined? It was all over by eleven o'clock last night, when the polls closed on the West Coast—or at least that's when all the news organizations called it for Obama—California was pretty much a shoo-in, and that's all h...
Author's note: Three scenes in this story, the pool scene, the fivesome, and the final threesome with our hero masturbating as a husband and wife suck on his nipples, actually happened to me much as they are written at a house party in Texas around the turn of the century. This was the most memorable swinger experience in my life. I still get excited remembe...
The rain was falling in sheets, the sky dark from the cloud cover even though it was barely past 5 pm on this mid-July Tuesday. I was in bumper-to-bumper traffic half a mile from home, my forward progress thwarted by train after train full of downtown Chicago commuters passing through the crossing a few blocks ahead. As I sat waiting to drive forward my eye...
First up I would strongly suggest that if you haven't read the earlier chapters please do so before reading this one, it will explain a lot of things... Now, enjoy. BB1212 * It is going to make this journal much easier to read if I just write what happened next as if we were talking. What was actually happening was the Eriguons started projecting question...
Every story of one’s self is a fiction. But one can at least try to speak some truth. I write here not as a woman speaking for all women, but only for myself. Take from it what you will. It is hard to know where to begin, for there is no beginning, really. I have constructed this visual and textual journal as a way of exploring, putting into words and image...
Over the next couple of days, we 'christened' each of the rooms in our new apartment several times over! Kimiko's sexual appetite was insatiable! I certainly wasn't going to complain! We made love on the bathroom counter, in the furo (hot tub), on the floors of the two unoccupied bedrooms, in the kitchen, standing in the hallway; everywhere! We even did it o...
Candy had been fascinated with the idea of anal sex for as long as she could remember. She had always wanted to try it, but the sheer size of her husband's cock made it very intimidating. Candy and her high school sweetheart husband, Richard, were both medical professionals so they knew the medical ins and outs of anal sex. However, Richard had resigned hims...