About 8 years ago, when we were in our early 40s, my wife and I went for a walk through a small forest near my son's elementary school. It was an early summer evening, so school was out, but there were two groups of adults playing softball in the school yard. We could hear their yelling and the occasional "ping" of the aluminum bats. My wife is an attractiv...
Lana and I didn't really talk about what happened that last night at Cliff & Raquel's. Before that, we were only after photos. But that time, we were after sex, and it was different. But we silently decided to blame it on the alcohol and pretend it wasn't a thing. We did keep up with our weekly photoshoots, though. Once a week, Cliff would visit for a bit,...
As the days passed, Amber and I became more like a father and his daughter. We spoke more often. We sat and watched television together more often. We played board games more often. I helped her with her homework more often. It was strange in a way. Amber was clearly a woman, and was beginning to take care of me as if she was my wife, yet I had known her s...
The proprietor of the Pennsylvania bed-and-breakfast apologized profusely for the missing door between the two suites. "It broke off the hinges last week and just crumbled; I suppose time and the termites had eaten clear through it. I hope you two don't mind too terribly. The couple in the Autumn Leaves suite is gone all day and most of each night, visiting...
Chapter 1: The Red Rose of the Shadows Count Gonzalez De Lama was striding the narrow street with urgent steps. You can tell by the funny dance of his thick moustache that he was angry. It was not very wise to speak with Count De Lama when you see his moustache dancing. He entered the Tavern of the Big Rooster and caught sight of his two men sitting on a ta...
Feedback to the link below. We're standing near a window overlooking the city, ignoring the noisy early evening cocktail party, our eyes locked, a soft smile on her face. Is she amused or is the smile unimportant? "So tell me," she says, "what sort of women do you like?" Direct, certainly. A direct woman. I have a vague memory of someone telling me she owns...
He had been standing at the bottom of the croft for years, a silent watcher of the tides; a startling vision in long johns and a second hand kilt, topped by a shocking pink shell-suit jacket; a nasty reminder of the diabolical eighties fashion trends. Rory was a friend to the animals, none were afraid of his radical dress-sense, or his slightly uneven facial...
Coming home from a day's work, I was curious about the number of cars,parked in front of my house. As I opened the front door, I was surprised to see five of my wife's closest friends sitting in my living room. All of them grinning and staring at me as I walked in. "Is this a book club, or a Tupperware party?" I asked. "Neither," said a strange woman, I...
Copyright, 2001, NCmVoyeur * * * * * victoria . . . yes my love . . . we needn't come to this place . . . but i'm glad you are here with me . . . yes i know james . . . but i do enjoy our visits . . . it is our special place . . . yes indeed quite special . . . though not just our place . . . the boy seems to like coming by too . . . yes . . the boy . . ....
Chapter 1 My wife, Juanita, set across the breakfast table from me, just as we had for the last twenty-four years of our married life. It was a Thursday morning in late September and the leaves of the trees in our backyard had begun to turn various shades of yellow and tan. She was enjoying that view through the window of our breakfast nook, while I read th...