My wife, Lilly, was scurrying about the house, half dressed and incompetently brushing her short, silky hair, getting ready to teach her Saturday morning class. "How's Mister Dick?" I asked between mouthfuls of my breakfast of granola cereal and milk. "What?" She stopped dead in her tracks and stared open-mouthed at me. "Your latest boy toy." I knew she h...
"You know I'm not queer, right?" Roger was almost blushing at the attention Sean was lavishing on him. "You really are just that hot to night, by anyone's standards." He let himself lean into Sean's caress, but tried to manage his interest by looking about his dingy, cluttered apartment. "I tried hard tonight. I mean, not especially for you. But I wanted to...
Maw rousted me out before the sun'd come up. She was all fired up to gets her cannin' in early 'cause it were gonna be a hot day. The two of us worked like beavers and finished a bit after noontime. Last for me to do was takin' the rinds and peels down to slop the hogs with. Them hogs was a lollin' round and keepin' cool in dirty water and mud. Everyone know...
The first class diner car was less than half empty after the train crawled away from the station, emptied by commuters resigned to other forms of transport, but John remained. He knew he was going to be late but he had phoned ahead and been told 'as and when you arrive', and the Times crossword was as engrossing as ever so he welcomed the extra time. Over t...
Note: This story is non-erotic. * This summer was a pleasant reminder of my childhood. Although London is over three thousand miles away from the small Southern town in which I grew up over thirty years ago, I was reminded of that different place and time each day as I walked to the nursery to pick up my three year old daughter. It was the plethora of blac...
This is an ongoing confession, a detailed account of a perpetual fantasy I one day hope to live out. A private obsession, not so much about my needs, but about you, the submissive reading these words. If you're perfect, my needs will be met. ***** PART ONE: Are You My Dream submissive? Most women and girls reading this will be fantasists. That's okay, I'm...
This is the first story in what I hope will eventually be a larger collection. Or maybe it will be the only one, considering how long it took to complete. I have a bit of a hangup regarding posting a story that's not finished; far too many of my favorite serials have been abandoned and left as monuments to premature expostulation...and so if you're reading t...
Bit of a back story here. So I enjoyed working with Gloria and I developed a little bit of a crush on her. I did call her my work wife, she would just laugh. It was all in good fun. So I had this idea for a story, and I heard her voice and the way she speaks and used her voice in this story. Cause we all know we do not use the Queens English of Thee and thou...
Epilogue It had now been a year since she had moved in with him. It was now a year since her entire life had changed; she was a completely different person from that spoiled, comfortable, suburban girl she used to be. She had changed physically, mentally and even psychologically in ways which she only dreamed of. The last year had turned into a ride through...
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...