She came to my door with the sound of her husband's car engine still idling outside our building; the air in our hall was still heavy with the melodrama of his florid cologne when I opened the door to his wife's brazen invitation to adultery. Her sari whispered against her caramel skin as she unwrapped her body like a gift, and I could still taste her little...
"Mom, god, answer the phone, pick up, pick up." "Stacy honey is that you? You sound scared to death, what's wrong?" "It's dad mom, he's been injured, he's hurt bad, real bad." My heart stopped. "How do you know Stacy? What's happened to him? Where is he?" I felt like I was going to pass out. "He's over there, in Afghanistan. The army called me. They said...
Being a sales rep allows me to stop off at shops if I have the time between consultations. I decided to stop by and visit an adult store one afternoon. I walked in and there was just the male attendant behind the counter. He asked if there was anything I needed help with and I said I was just looking for a treat for my wife and would let him know if I neede...
I whimpered as Daddy forced his tongue between my lips, before pulling away and smiling at me as he lifted my flimsy top up over my head. My lips were still parted as I let out a little gasp, trembling a little from a mix of nerves and excited anticipation, and gazed and blinked up at him vapidly, but adoringly. Taking a step back behind the park bench, he...
Saint Valentine's Day Massacre The love story behind the Saint Valentine's Day Massacre. Always suspected that it was Al Capone behind the Saint Valentine's Day Massacre, it was never proven and, although he admitted to it in private to his boys, he never confessed the crime to the police. On Valentine's Day, February 14, 1929, seven men were shot in the b...
The meal seemed like it would never end. Carol was amazed just how much food one person could eat. Fabonita downed a whole roast chicken, three filet mignons, a bowl of mashed potatoes, a massive container of beans, and then a dozen extra-cheesy burritos, which she downed with a pot of coffee. "I have to say I'm impressed!" Carol said. "I had no idea you co...
Author's Note: This story was written for a friend about 10-12 years ago, and has nothing at all to do with my newer stories. I'm posting it because people might enjoy it. ***** The coach traveled along the wooded road behind its mismatched pair of horses on a crisp October afternoon. The road was clear and the driver was sure he would arrive at the inn by...
My continuing thanks to Erik Thread for his skillful and insightful editing. He helps make this a much better and readable story. He is a very patient man. Any errors are, of course, mine. Martin Polikoff pushed into the tavern just before two-thirty that afternoon, rushing through a late summer downpour. He spotted John and the woman sitting in the far c...
Okay, I am with you, there are some pretty sick fucking people out there that need to be fucking sent to jail for the sick shit they are doing or thinking about. But hey, live and let live is my motto, so let's keep looking at some fun kinky stuff. Have you gotten any story ideas yet? Come on, don't be shy, write a kinky story. Imagine the characters you can...
It was one day after Christmas. The four of us were sitting around the fire. The four being, my wife Nelle who is 42, my daughter Nita who is 21, my son Mike who is 20 and I, Bob Mitra, 43. We had just come back from a nice dinner and were sitting enjoying a bottle of wine. "There is something that we need to talk about." said Nelle, "I do not know how to p...