I realize this story could land in any of a number of categories. I hope this choice doesn't offend you. Roger Waters: "There's someone in my head but it's not me." + + + It was just a few months ago, a normal weekend double header. My name is Brent and I play college baseball for a division I school. I'm a true junior, play center field, and bat clean-...
So, the week had gone well for me so far. After tit-fucking my boss for the first time just yesterday at work, then finding a new apartment that was both larger in size and cheaper than my last apartment, I was on cloud nine. I had wanted to see my boss's huge tits since the day I was hired. Nothing I had ever thought of had even come close to the reality o...
I once worked for a guy who, whenever miscommunication led to a business misunderstanding, always used to remark: "This is how wars get started." The miscommunication between my wife and me that Friday did not lead to war, but it did have a radical and lasting effect on the lives, and in particular the sex lives, of three people: myself, my wife Cheri and o...
Please don't get me wrong, I love my husband. I never wanted to hurt him, but I will be sixty one in a couple of weeks time, and I'm afraid that so much that is enjoyable in life seems to be passing me by. However, my recent behaviour is probably inexcusable and I'm sure that most respectable people would judge me harshly. We have been married for thirty fi...
Nine months ago you thought you left me here without a single dime. Before that you had been going through the money faster than it came in. Now you are living on the rich side of town with the son of that banker you're working for. I use the word working in the loosest sense. Now that I think back on it you were the one that talked me into remortgaging t...
It was last Friday afternoon at the office and it had been a very stressful week. Now that it was 3:30 and things started to slow down, I leaned back in my chair and took my eyes off the computer monitor for the first time in what felt like hours. I glanced over at the new girl, Amber, and our eyes locked for a moment. A little smile appeared on her face so...
Chapter 3: Sunset from on High Here I was parked in front of her apartment building again. Only twenty-four hours ago I'd watched her traipse up that walk. I remember gazing down at her wonderful looking backside in a pair of work jeans. Those very jeans had no longer been damp with our mutual bliss of Friday morning and the afternoon, but I had seen the di...
"God Damn it SAM, or whatever the fuck your name really is. This piece of shit wifi system your company set up in my new house SUCKS!" Gus screamed into his cellphone to the tech from Bangalore. Irritated that yet again his phone started to die as it perpetually lost charge, he plugged it into the charger cord and kept yelling. "And another thing. What the f...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. * Chapter 11: Wet and Dry With Debbie As I drove to work Monday morning I thought about what was happening. Since that first night in September my entire world seemed to be centred on the seduction of women...
AT THE BEGINNING: My wife recently completed training a sex surrogate. She works three nights each month and one Saturday each month. She alternates between two sex therapists' offices. Because I enjoy her dating other guys, I'm persistently hearing the stories from her sessions. She became interested in that profession upon spotting a small ad in a loc...