At the same time I started uni I also got myself a part time job at a courier depot in town, sorting freight coming off the courier vans for loading onto the linehaul trucks later in the evening. There would have been around 20 or so youngsters like myself working there, sorting freight for about 3 hours then spending an hour or so hanging around with the...
Carl West was at the liquor store, looking for a case of the finest Scotch they had. It was going to be a bit pricy, but that was okay. If it cost him a couple of hundred dollars, it would easily be worth it. He owed that much to Gil Nichols for introducing him to the wonderful and sexy Miss Bianca. Carl adored his wife, but the spark had seemed to go out o...
Craig had been working out in the yard, just having finished mowing the grass as he now began paying attention to a few stubborn weeds coming up in his flower garden. He knelt, his trowel already loosening the dirt beneath such one as he glanced up. Directly across from him stood a six-foot wooden fence separating his yard from the neighbors. As he glanced,...
If there are no stupid questions, then what kind of questions do stupid people ask? - Scott Adams Still, no sex but the adventure continues. This story is not a traditional romance story. If you're looking for that kind of thing, move along, nothing to see here. But if you enjoy an occasional trip down the rabbit's hole....come along, get ready, and dive in...
When I first started down the road of enjoying other men's wives, I assumed I was being used, willingly of course, for their fulfillment, be it sexual or, as I would discover, political. Reflecting back upon the past two decades I realize it was I who was using them. Many of the women I encountered over the years were seeking something, some unfulfilled desi...
There are just some things that shouldn't be talked about out loud, out in the open. Somehow, wanting something didn't mean she could talk about it -- ever -- not in the circles where she operated. She had sophisticated friends, who went on about politics and music and wore expensive clothes to brunch. Admitting what she wanted sexually, no matter how open m...
Life was just about perfect. At least two or three times a month, Denny and I spent the evening experiencing the wildest sorts of decadence. I was beginning to think that nothing was impossible. The Cult even had a "special interest group" devoted to S&M and domination/submission fetishes. Surprising to me, there was never any trouble finding women (and me...
It was with nothing but disgust that Susan regarded the musicians whose subtle and accomplished performance was so enrapturing most of the other guests. Susan was conscious that she was a fraud in so many ways and her presence at the recital a sham. It was the music she should be appreciating rather than the musicians. She should be somehow transported to th...
Sometimes, I almost wish the world would end. Seriously. Will the suffering of ordinary men and women in this mundane world ever end? Will people stop discriminating against those who are different? There seems to be no end to the madness I see all around me. And in spite of my abilities, I am powerless to stop it. My name is Alexandros Pyrrhos. I am a big a...
This is the fourth sequel to "There Goes the Neighborhood" and Marissa_Pt1 and Pt2. In "Neighborhood" Marissa and her husband Brad are seduced into swapping by their new neighbor, a mobster. But then Marissa learns to like cocaine too much and becomes the mobster's mistress. Brad does whatever it takes to get her back. I recommend that you read the stories...