[Author's Note: This is Part 1 of a three-part story. The next two parts will each appear in a day or two.] The Akropolis Diner probably doesn't serve the very best breakfast in Indianapolis, but the waitresses are cute and friendly, the coffee is excellent and it's only eight blocks from my apartment, and right on my way to work. About a year earlier I...
The questions swirled around my brain the whole week Amy was away. Should I confront her? Should I change the locks? Should I divorce her? It wouldn't be easy throwing away four years of marriage, but I wasn't going to stand for her cheating, not when we'd worked so hard to patch things up after the first time, not after she'd sworn up and down that it would...
Hi Faithful Readers, Thank you for your patience :) I'm having to split the reception up in a few parts, but I wanted to get started on delivering this Christmas Present to you right away, so this reception will come in a few parts. Your continued interest in these two keeps me inspired :) *** Before they went to line up in the kitchen for their receptio...
She was lying back, relaxed, but still breathing through her mouth. "Why did we do that?" I let the silence last, then said, "Are you overthinking us again?" More silence. "I was hard, you were wet. There was suspension of inhibition, and our bodies did the rest." Another pause as we let the glow dissipate in the late afternoon sun. "There's more to it t...
"Hey, C.D., these seats are fantastic--you can practically see the stage from here! That's it down there, right? That thing about the size of a paperback book?" C.D. grinned at me, unfazed by my teasing. "Fuck, off, Jake. At least you're here in Madison Square Garden, about to hear your favorite band, instead of sitting at home watching NASCAR on TV, or how...
Note: This is actually the third chapter in this series. The first chapter was called "Silent Submission." The title was changed because there are other series with that old title. I realize this relationship is different than what actually takes place among people devoted to the BDSM lifestyle, but it's a theme I wanted to explore. * It was coming up on a...
Part 8: It was almost 4 p.m. when I finally dragged my weary, naked body out of bed, grabbed my white terricloth robe and walked tentatively to the bathroom. The house was quiet. Mom and Dad must have gone out. I needed a shower, and my eyes half open, I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. The weight I had lost off my slim frame in the last month was e...
1963: It was the height of cold war. After taking graduate courses at the State University, I was offered a temporary job at a Government laboratory in Northern Ohio. I rented a room in a quiet neighborhood about ten miles from the laboratory and moved in. One day late in August, I found out my 1958 Chevy Impala required major repair, including a rebuilt t...
This is a two-chapter segment of a fifteen-chapter novella. I posted the first 11 chapters individually, but really Chapters 11 through 15 relate to one event and, if possible, they ought to be read in one sitting. In any event, the story is about co-ed housemates and is set in the summer of 1979. ***** “That was incredible,” I said to Amy as I rolled off...
The story about Dad's spanking as a boy came out when we were visiting Grandma's farm in the summer holidays. A sister asked about an old, flat sofa. It was long, like a bed, and stood in a closed-in porch that ran along the side of the farmhouse. "Who used to sleep here, Grandma, in the old days?" my youngest sister asked. She had developed an interest in...