My wife, Lacey, had done well on her tasks so far. Her decision to stay home and work for me, rather than going out and finding a job had resulted in dividends for both of us. Our sex life was going great, and Lacey was definitely enjoying the attention both from me and others. At first she had been apprehensive about stretching her limits sexually, but had...
It would soon be our eleventh anniversary and my wife, Jenny, and I were looking forward to celebrating it on that upcoming Saturday. Being partners in business and being constantly on the road together can really put a strain on a relationship and I could feel us drifting apart lately. It was my idea to come back Chicago for our anniversary; I prayed it wou...
A snowy forest. Two huge bonfires. A big waterfall raging below us. Right in the middle of it all was a party full of half-dressed, fully drunk or stoned people. The site itself was one of those "hidden from the tourists" spots that only the locals who worked in the national park even knew existed. The party was one of those that you only even knew about...
"Hold the elevator!" Called Brad, as he and his wife Sue raced along the empty corridor of their apartment bock. As the door began to close, he saw a small, slender hand hit the door open' button on the control panel, and the door slide smoothly back with a quiet hum. "Thanks" he said as he stepped aside, allowing Sue to enter first. "No problem" Brad loo...
"Honey, I'm home," Greg said as he hung up his coat and set down his briefcase. "I'm upstairs, Greg. So traffic was bad?" Jill asked. Greg answered while pulling off his tie, "There is a game tonight, so around the stadium was all backed up." "Wow, and only 20 minutes late because of it, lucky you," Jill said as she brushed her hair at the vanity in their...
Aside from the kind of errors that creep in when remembering things that happened a long time ago, this is pretty much as it happened. Not that any of it was monumental in any way. The day just stands out in my mind as typical of a period in our lives when things were just really good and sexual possibilities seemed endless. And of course, it's all very mil...
Jack Wylie Sat back on the hard bunk, his thin mattress doing little to add comfort to his tortured mind or body. Thinking was what there was most time for in this godforsaken place; eating; sleeping and thinking. Jack was a small man in stature and in mind. Talked into the robbery a year ago by his so-called friends, they had all been caught and sentenced...
"Good times." He couldn't help repeating it in his mind, over and over and over. Like an infectious 80's song by Air Supply. "Good times." Stefan usually loved his evening shower. It was when he could tune out the rest of the world and think. Some of his best ideas came to him in the shower; but not this time. This time he just stood there with the hot water...
It's been over two weeks now since I've published a new story. Not for lack of effort of course. I've sat down in exactly this spot at least once a day, but the words just simply aren't coming. Who knew that writing semi-fictional stories about sex could somehow be unmotivating? Sure, I keep scrolling through a dozen different partly written stories, lookin...
This is a fairly different story for Loving Wives, taken from a different perspective. There are no sex scenes in this story. It deals with the possible implications of confessing to an affair that had remained secret. I'm guessing that this will not be a high scorer, but take heart: at least it isn't long! Though this story references DeGarde, Louisiana, i...