I always thought that I could handle a small sailing vessel fairly well, but nature has a way of making us humble again once our egos get the better of us. Let me explain. My name is Tom Jones--no, I'm not the signer, I just share the name with him--and I am a very well off 30-something who inherited literally a ton of money when his father and mother were...
This story is about an older white woman and a younger black man. It includes different sexual activities and submission. If that's not your thing, you should probably go elsewhere. "When is this school year going to end?" Marsha Gibson thought. "This has been the longest and worst school year of my life. Dammit! First, my divorce, and now . . . That damn A...
Authors Note: Thank you to everyone left comments or sent me feedback about previous chapters of this story. Thank you again to Margaret who proofread for me. ~ellie Peri had enlisted the help of Bridgette, who had been overseeing both the nannies and cooks downstairs, as well as the upstairs staff. If she was honest, she hadn't wanted the woman in the k...
"You join us here at Capital Stadium to the joyous scenes of the national women's xi victory over their male counterparts. 4-1, a real hammering to male pride as our courageous girls proved that for all their obscene wealth and lofty reputations, our men's team is nothing but a bunch of spoilt little boys!" Erin caught the crestfallen grimace of her male pr...
Mister Garrik looked up at the ceiling, raising an eyebrow at the muffled sounds of a woman's pleasure. "Mister Sterling, I appreciate your time, but I came here to do business, not be distracted by the sounds of blue theatre." Will cleared his throat. "Apologies, Mister Garrik." Will's quick mind pulled a lie out of thin air. He was talking before he'd rea...
3 Sayoko rose from the silken disorder and slid open the pillow room's paper-and-wood door, which glowed like a lantern. Cloud-like futon lay on the pale tatami in the severe candle-lit elegance. She slid open another door, of milky glass and wood, and disappeared into the steam. The sound of her hand in the water sent a sharp, almost painful image swiftly...
Harry didn't like to be called Harold, and he knew his wife knew that, so he figured something was afoot when Patricia no longer referred to him as anything but Harold. They weren't youngsters any more, and he had begun to worry that this was about to turn into the sort of marriage that his parents had -- one of annoyed tolerance that lasted until death did...
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My friend and longtime crush Erin had thrown me a birthday party to remember. My long quest to lose my virginity had ended in a completely unexpected way on the night of my 30th birthday. Instead of losing it to a woman, she had gotten me to dress up in my sexiest girl clothes, gave me a makeover, and introduced me to three men who introduced me to the wonde...
I'm a 45 year old divorced college professor. I'm tenured, and have been teaching for nearly forever. I teach history. It's a subject that most of my students take because they must. They consider it the lesser of evils. We once had a history major, but it got canceled when the president realized that we were only graduating two or three people each year. Th...