"How was London?" Poppy asks as I walk into the office. I roll my eyes. Poppy nods sympathetically. We've both been in this job for a few years now and we both have plenty of experience of pointless business trips. I debrief Poppy on the disinterested client, the cheap hotel and the train delays. "Bet Laura's glad to have you home," she smiles. Poppy and...
Back in the late 70's I was serving hard time in the Navy. I was stationed out of Groton, Connecticut, living modestly in base apartment housing with my wife of 4 years. I married Teresa (Terry) when we were 18. She was somewhat southern, being raised a military brat at Virginia Beach. Her hair was dirty blonde. Terry had a nice built with shapely muscular l...
When Richard came downstairs, Lisa was at the stove wearing nothing but her black sheer robe, matching heels and diamond-studded choker. She was putting the finishing touches on a plate of steak and potatoes at the counter. He swaggered toward her, the air cool on his hot naked flesh. His spent cock swayed between his thighs like a slumbering serpent. Sex an...
For those of you who haven't read it, this little tale is a "redux" of the ending of "The Black Velcro Choker" by Murphy621. And in this "redux", well let's just say the outcome is a bit different...) I changed the ending more than a wee bit in keeping with my sense of justice. )) We pick up where Mary is telling us about the divorce attorney her lover recom...
Kavya was born to a Tamil family who moved to Hyderabad. She wasn't allowed to have boyfriends before college and was enlisted into a private education. Once her MBA was done, her parents chose arranged marriage for her. Kavya was trained into becoming a faithful wife and mother from her childhood. Her mom, grandmom and other women in home have the same rest...
A true story. As a group of friends, we had been getting increasingly daring in our drunken conversations about our wives. Each Friday night, after football, we would go to the pub and as the ale flowed, so would the conversation. At first, it was just things like 'I hope I get it when I get home' then it moved onto 'fuck me, she was up for it this morning'...
My darkroom was on the second story of an apartment that didn't have central air conditioning. It was a hot, miserable place in the summer time. The room had to be absolutely light tight, meaning no window air conditioning. I had one outside the darkroom, but the door opened so rarely, it quickly became a sauna, and mad it a lot more laborious to do my photo...
***Any names are changed as these are a mixture of confession and fantasy. The people are all real and mean a lot to me.*** Nine years of marriage. I figured something out in that time. I am polyamorous. I love my wife wholeheartedly and still find fucking here to be the best. But I am in love with other women. I guess I am getting the cart ahead of the r...
Preamble : 20 years ago... It all started twenty years ago. Tom was a French student, Nadine was a French au-pair, both were in London. They met one day thanks to a common friend. He was a dedicated student, quite clumsy in the company of women, quite a brain, fairly well built, but a 19 year old virgin. Still he had deep blue eyes that made wonders. She wa...
Steven Harper groaned as he slammed his hand down on the snooze button of his alarm clock. Another day had begun. The twenty two year old climbed reluctantly out of bed and headed for the bathroom to get ready for work. Steven was average in almost every way. Average looking, average height (if you were generous) and average personality. He worked for a con...