No realities were predictable that day, not the day I learned that my ever loving wife was a whore. Praise whatever gods you idolize when your life moves onward effectively though haphazardly. Forget reality. Take it from me, you don't want to experience reality or an orderly process of fate. If only I could turn the clock back to a time before I demanded...
"And still life pushes on With or without you We've got to carry on Our will will guide us to A place where we belong Know there lies the truth I am the believer who gives purpose unto you" ― Dream Theater Conversation at the bar was strained. Darrell sported twin hearing aids, and Betty was less talkative than a Mafia informant given the ultimatum:...
Reed Thompson was a real estate developer. Among the properties that he owned was the “Golden Sands Motel,” located on old route 41 in Daytona Beach, Florida. Like all business owners, he had a hard time keeping help, especially for the evening shifts. Today, he was interviewing a woman for the ten PM to seven AM desk clerk position. The woman, Mary Jo Sn...
Kim was chatting nervously as we neared the city. I was barely paying attention as my mind raced to what the evening held in store for us. We were heading to a swing club for the first time, together. I had visited a couple of these clubs in other cities before I met Kim, but I had never dreamed that my sweet, conservative wife would actually allow me to tak...
Five XXX actresses. One man. A bedroom in a bedraggled Hollywood Hills mansion. Outside, a low-budget porn was being videotaped. Wearing my birthday suit, I rehearsed with one of the ladies for our pending scene. I harkened back to how I'd arrived here: An ad answered in a local porno rag. An audition in an adult actress' apartment — a live Internet fe...
My wife Jillian, who everyone calls Jill, and I ran into an old friend or ours while shopping. Barney was still as handsome as ever and his wife of nine years Cha was a very pretty oriental girl. We talked for a few minutes and decided to go to lunch together and catch up on each others lives. After lunch Cha invited us to their Halloween party this Friday n...
How could I have let the idea about him going gay slip my mind? I guess seeing him with a knockout like Stacy Schmidt just kind of put that to rest, but it probably shouldn't have. I called David Schmidt's office, but he wasn't in. His secretary told me she would tell him I called. I tried his cell phone and only got his voice mail. I drove up to his house....
If These Walls Could Talk As David entered the house he could hear the vacuum cleaner. He smiled and put the booze box he was carrying on the kitchen counter. He stuck his head around the corner and was rewarded with the sight of his wife's beautiful ass swaying back and forth as she pushed the vacuum across the living room carpet. She was dressed in her us...
I want to thank all those who sent private and public comments. I especially want to thank Sue, she has given me a world of ideas and a couple scenes were inspired by her exploits. As always, the characters in this story are purely fictionalized and products of my wild imagination. The sex is between consenting adults over the age of 21. Thank you for rea...
The spotlights blaze, the music starts, I stride confidently onto the stage, and every man's eyes are instantly on me. I swing my hips and toss my dark hair to the throbbing, pounding sensual beat. Each step flicks my black leather skirt even higher up my bare legs, and watching men glimpse my black panties. The thin white cotton of my blouse shows them the...