How To Catch A Mouse Casey Darden, M. D., sex therapist was having trouble finding the rendezvous with his next appointment. It was in a distant corner of Lynn, down the shore in a part of town that had a pretty crummy reputation. It was also at 2 AM. It was the client's sister who had set up the appointment. OK, she wanted to be discreet. But this was dow...
This was originally one part with the third one, but it got quite long and there is a natural chapter split, so I just broke it into two. It's still quite long, but if you like this sort of thing, you'll probably like it. If you don't like this sort of thing, and want to read it anyway, I'm sure you'll like it too :) This can be read as a stand alone entry...
Everyone is over 18. ******** Day 1: Late Afternoon "It's so nice today," he heard his mother say, just barely paying attention. There are few things more wonderful than bright sunlight beaming through the deep green forest. It's been quite sometime since he has taken a walk, thanks to a drunk driver, and all he wanted was another chance to stroll throu...
I'm so sick and tired of my life. It was like I'm cursed. I wasn't a great looking guy in high school with bad skin and bad grades because well... I was poor. My old man was a night watchman and mom was a stay at home mom because she was poor and had no real education past junior high when she started popping us out. So everything was tight and for the m...
I strut across the club like a lioness prowling the open savannah, tossing my voluminous silky, blonde mane and hunting for my next victim. It doesn't take long to spot my prey. Tonight, the club is rich with wide-eyed wildebeest; their tongues lolling mindlessly as they drool over the handful of scantily clad females who totter between them on vertiginous h...
"You're so good with your fingers," I cooed. Cara smirked, "Yeah. It comes with the territory." She continued plucking away at her bass. Her fingers danced confidently up and down the fretboard as she played, filling the store with deep rhythmic music. I watched her in awe. We had been going out for almost three weeks but it was still hard to get over jus...
"I... fucking... hate... this" I groaned to myself in the rhythm of my footsteps on mud. I had been jogging a couple of months now and it still felt like the worst thing of my life. Not just the burning muscles and gasping lungs, but the knowledge that my best years are over. In my youth everything was easy, my body required no long term attention, a spray o...
Author's note: Welcome to chapter two of six! Thank you very much for your feedback on chapter 1, and as always your comments are appreciated. This is a story about a somewhat unusual relationship between consenting adults. Thank you again for reading! Many thanks to the author Karaline for her suggestions and edits. Please enjoy! ***** Monica woke the ne...
Decades ago my wife Sherry and I went to a resort called "Hedonism II" We hadn't known much about the place and this was pre-internet. We just knew it was someplace warm, all-inclusive and the liquor was free. The stories of the "anything goes" nature and open sexual activity of the place weren't yet known outside of the swinger community. They were going...
G A I L As I nervously drove to the hotel, I searched my memories and tried to remember when this first started. I think it was a progression of a thousand things over a very long period. All in all, I considered Mike and I had a pretty good marriage. We didn't have a perfect relationship, but who does? I think (like many couples) we slowly became trapped i...