Hello, my name is Harry. Harry M. Commo, I'm an early retiree living in a developed community along the central Jersey Shore. I get laid a lot. First, about me. I worked just slightly over thirty years for the local Electric Utility Company. I did a lot of different jobs for them and had a rewarding career. When I was fifty-three, the company got bought by...
This chapter is all over the place! This chapter contains several vignettes that tie the story together without moving forward any. Sorry, but it has to be done. Because of the amount of abbreviations in this story, I include a glossary: Adm. Admiral, naval rank (see Cmdr.) - above a captain Capt. Captain, in this series a naval rank - usually a ship...
Ever get so turned on – get so hard – that you felt like you could fuck for hours on end – cumming and cumming and cumming – with a dick that never went soft – and at the same time wanting to strangle the woman you were fucking? Been there and fortunately didn't do that or I'd be in prison rather than planning a divorce. Story starts out like a million othe...
Introduction from the author 8/2011: Thanks again to blackstallion21 for helping me get this series cleaned up and headed in the right direction... *** As he crept along in rush hour traffic, Kevin's mind drifted back over the events of the last few months: The dinner night at Kristen's house that started this mess, the bomb-shell email telling him that s...
I walked – strutted, actually – into the plush lobby of the downtown Hilton, headed for the bar. As I walked into the bar, I felt the eyes of every man on me, as well as some of the women. They saw a tall, slender redhead with long legs wearing a thin beige short-sleeved blouse, a tight khaki mini-skirt that stopped right about halfway down her legs, tan-co...
Looking up at my wife and her sister I slowly realized that they had been watching me sleep. "Wonder what he was dreaming about," My sister-in-law, Jennifer, said flatly. As I fully woke I realized, to my horror, that my hand was in my shorts holding my limp cock. "I hope he was dreaming about you, Sis, because I think he made a mess in his pants." My wife g...
For a long time there has been an argument between those so-called experts that profess to know these things, that who we are is either as a result of breeding, or, just as convincingly, our environment. In support of those on the genetics side of the argument, it would seem that I have a genetic pre-disposition to becoming a whore. On the other hand, it cou...
Hello, and welcome. This is the final chapter of the story. I want to thank everyone who read it for sticking with it through to the end. I hope you found it enjoyable. I want to thank the following people who helped me create this fantasy: LaRascasse, my editor for really helping me with this. Kalamazoo707 and Donalde for helping me stay track and simply b...
Brian opened his front door and walked through the hallway. He quickly found Amy, sitting quietly on the living room couch, in the dark. Brian didn't know it, but this was where Amy had mostly been since her carefully constructed world began to crash in on her two nights ago. She barely ate, she barely slept, she mostly just sat in a ball on the couch, cryin...
Fortunately I was just getting ready to go and do the weeks shopping when the phone rang. "Hi, Sue! How's things?" I asked. "I'm lonely." she replied. "Bill not back yet then?" "His job's running behind. Won't be back for a couple more weeks." I was told. It's between 170 and 185 miles, depending on the route taken, door to door and I was there in time...