"What have I done? What am I doing?" I ask myself, incredulously, aloud. "What have I got myself into? What am I going to do, now?" I don't believe it. This kind of thing happens to someone else not me! My hands clench the wheel tighter and tighter, until my knuckles are white. Focus quivering; heart fluttering, pussy tingling, even now; an adrenaline shot s...
At least the trip up the three flights of stairs leading to Shirley Dixon's current apartment felt somewhat safer than any she'd made at all her previous residences. Thirty-Eight, Shirley had spent her entire life in some of the rougher neighborhoods Philadelphia had to offer. Thankfully, through a heaping helping of hard work and more than little luck, Shi...
November The change in Karl and Ulrika was noticeable. It was if a boil had been lanced: the resentment and hostility were draining out of them, and our lessons became more concentrated and productive. As their knowledge had grown and they had realised that they were achieving something, their efforts had increased, and I felt energised and motivated by the...
Years ago when I lost the kid that I had cut my hair to one of those Beauty parlor/tanning spa/ bikini waxing/head shop boutiques in L A, my now business partner Darrold, who was my friend at that time, recommended that I try his barber, Paula. When I found out that she was in the same little strip mall between Bay Realty, an empty store front and the Quic...
Lindsey and Colette were sitting chatting cosily over a glass of wine, the evening wearing on with comfortable ease. As always in such circumstances the conversation began to turn to "naughty" topics, in this case the type of underwear they liked and what they thought it might do to a man. "So, Colette my dear, what kind of underwear have you got on at the...
It has been almost 3 weeks since my encounter with Katarina and I have not been able to get her out of my mind. When I walk into the house and take a deep breath I can smell her perfume and womanly essence. I can touch myself and feel her touch. She hasn't called. "It's not up to us," she said and I guess she was right. I masturbate a lot. I lay on the couch...
Privately, I call her ‘Little Miss Sulky’. Tara, my wife’s daughter from her first marriage is a mass of seething teenage hormones and temper tantrums wrapped up in a nicely curved-in-all-the-right-places, curly-blonde-headed package. She is an fairly ordinary, nice looking kid…no that’s not right, emerging young woman…or rather, she would be without the con...
Too Much of a Good Thing: A Fantasy of Excess Chapter V Diana! Angel did not call. I called. About three hundred times, or so it seemed. But whether at the boutique or at the house on the hill, all I got was Angel’s sweet answering message promising to return the call, endless ringing, or a busy signal. I left messages galore, but no call was returned and...
Turned out Tricia was a riddle that wouldn't be solved right away. She acted strange for days after my episode with Nancy, but never said anything and eventually her behavior returned to normal. I half expected that she had heard or seen something that led her to discover what I had done to Nancy. But over time I realized that it was just my paranoia and if...
I had more car sex after Erica but nothing worth bragging about. In 1970 I changed jobs and moved to the Midwest. My company was located in a Capitol city and like many Midwest Capitol cities the primary industry was Medical, Education and Government. My company was a software supplier to these organizations. I was 29 years old at the time. I had a number...