Farm House Loving - He Boarded Their Horses She stood in the farmhouse doorway, my corral and barn visible behind her shoulder. "You are a hard hearted son of a bitch, Ethan. I won't forget this." After years of absence, I wondered why she had thought a visit would change anything between us. Rising, I said, "Time to go, Martha." Out the door, I could see...
Tales From Sechs City -- welcome to Sechs City, a wealthy, middle-class costal area of Western America in the state of California. A gorgeous, quiet largely uneventful place, people move to the city to follow their dreams, to live their day-to-day lives. It's almost too perfect to be true... It was an afternoon of brilliant warm sunshine in Sechs City. It w...
Preface and Dedication This story could not have happened without the initial encouragement of Strickland83, who read a post I made on Nick Scipio's forum and urged me to consider writing. Of course, that leads me to thank Nick, and also Frank Downey. Their Summer Camp and Dance of a Lifetime books, respectively, were truly inspirational. Cheers, guys. Ot...
Several weeks went by with no contact from Susan or her boyfriend Peter. Once again, life seemed to return to normal. It struck me that this seemed to be a recurring cycle that our 'new' sexual lives had developed into – a period of total sexual wantonness and deviance followed by a semblance of normalcy. This time, though, as we spent more time with the kid...
My wife Heather rolled off her lover James' cock and lay spent on the bed. I glanced up from my position, kneeling at the foot of the bed wearing her worn pantyhose and watched his cum ooze from her pussy. Their breathing hard, and their bodies soaked in sweat. I watched James drift off to sleep and Heather reach for the television remote. Dutifully I waited...
It started with altruistic intent, followed by a walk across the room. When you reach the age of fifty, and you're grateful for all a sport has given you, bodybuilding in my case, you want to give something back, help others realize whatever goals they set for themselves. That room was The Fitness Factory, a well-equipped gym located in a suburban strip ma...
I am reposting these stories under another profile and changing some names for personal reasons. THESE ARE MY STORIES. (P.S. Anonymous trolls' comments will be deleted so don't bother). ***** I am not sure if I would call it a dream come true or a nightmare that would haunt me, but when it arrived in my email, I was shocked. I guess I shouldn't have be...
This will be the last day of my Husband's abominable life. After six years of a horrible marriage, during which He put me through Hell on Earth. I will finally have the opportunity to put Him out of My misery. Don'tcha love surprises? Two years before, after a string of my Husband's infidelities had brought Our marriage careening to the precipice of divo...
'I... I'm sorry, I just forgot, you know I had a lot of stuff going on today, Amy.' Amy didn't say a word as she slammed the disconnect button on her phone with her thumb; only a sharp grunt of frustration left her lips. Three fucking times this morning I told you, Eugene! She recounted her pleading with him before she left for work to swing by the power co...
Ripping off the last paycheck, Bill handed it to the painting contractor. "Thanks for the great job, Greg." "Anytime." Walking away, Greg added, "I'll call you when the salmon are running. We'll wet a line." "All right, sounds good." Bill wandered around the bunkhouse for one final inspection -- engulfed in a satisfied sadness. The windows were open. A gen...