I was six months into my divorce when I decided to sell the house. It was too big and empty without my wife, and I couldn't bring myself to sleep in our bed...not after what she'd done in it. So, I found a local realtor and set up the meeting for her to come out and look at the place. I'm only thirty-two, but my career really took off when I got out of coll...
"You know I was planning on getting drunk today. Her dad paid for an open bar." "I know. I'm so sorry to drag you into this." I sighed. I knew I would regret this. He'd texted me saying he needed help with something and well, me being in the same hotel before his wedding and all, and his best friend, I came right up. I wasn't wearing an expensive dress. A...
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. Chapter Three. 1986. (February). Tim, thirty-three. It was a Thursday, and detailed to stay behind after work and wait for a late courier delivering important papers, I spent the time finishing off my study notes. Once I'd completed them and the cleaners had gone I wandered in desult...
Anne I had parked my caravan on a very quiet site in Central France, preferring to use it rather than hotels, as I was combining business with pleasure this year, with appointments only every two or three days. This meant that I had quite some time to myself in between schedules, and could relax. On this particular day I had taken a short journey on busine...
(Authoress's note: of course all disclaimers are still in place regarding characters etc. PLEASE DON'T READ THIS IS YOU HAVE AN AVERSION TO PEE SCENES AND EXTREME HUMILIATION. This is only a fantasy story XXX+. I only wish there is enough here to make each of you happy. To those who have given me constructive criticisms as well as those with praise thanks. I...
Thirty minutes later I was reversing down the drive of my home, Stacey safely ensconced beneath a blanket on the back seat. There weren't too much neighbors around, but I did not want to take any chances. As soon as I cleared the edge of our town, I called to her to get up. She slid up to the front seat while I pulled up to the side of the road and let the c...
When he offered to drive me home the next morning, I asked if I could take the album with Sean's photographs in it. "I have several," he said, "Do you want them all?" "Not now, but give me a couple to take a look at," I said. "You know, I am now wondering what sort of relationship this is turning into. Seems your interest is only in having me pose for your...
He sat alone at the coffee shop, occasionally hitting a key on his laptop to keep the screen from going dark, and all of his thoughts bent to her. He couldn't even write; he couldn't even write to her -- how could he continue their conversation without confessing to his weakness, to his absolute inability to think of her without those thoughts moving forward...
Joe Palmer pulled up into the concrete driveway beside the home of his son Damian and wife Candace. After an unbearably silent hours' drive from St. Louis that ended only ten minutes prior to reaching this destination, they made peace. Of sorts! Engine shut off Joe glances over at his daughter-in-law and fidgets, "I'll stay long enough for you to download t...
He rolled out of bed and stretched. Opened a bottle of water and looked at the disheveled bed. As he turned his head to the room in shambles, he heard the door to the bathroom open. There she was. Wearing nothing but his shirt - buttoned and cuffed - and smiling. All the worry. All the nervousness. The apprehension. All gone. The vision in front of him remin...