Tommy was still pissed off at his wife. He was still not sure that he would ever get over it. She had just found out she was pregnant. The doctor had just told her that she was two months along. Why was Tommy pissed off? He knew that the baby was not his. It couldn’t
My secretary, Lynda Billings, is very efficient. She manages to keep on top of all my appointments and sees to it that my calendar doesn’t get too hectic — which, when you’re in middle management in the computer industry, is no small task. I suppose most would call her attractive — she’s 5’10, brunette hair
It sounded like a good weekend getaway. Brandi’s parents were going out of town, and they needed someone to watch the dogs. They had a house in the mountains. We got there early Friday afternoon. Her parents left, and we had the place to ourselves. It had been in the high 20’s, and about 4pm,
Berkley furniture was a manufacturer of fine hand made wood furniture and Alec Conyers was one of those who did the making. He was fifty years old, tall, strong with big hands that looked clumsy but were in fact very delicate and skilled with wood. His speciality was work on hand carving table and chair
It suddenly occurred to me that I told her too much. With her new knowledge she had power over me. How did she mean to use it? I wondered. “You’re not gonna make me your Bitch now, are you?” I blurted. I still wanted to eat her front and back but I was scared I
As I rolled to the side, shifting the covers, she pressed up against my back. “Danny, me boy, we’ve come a long way.” Memory plays games when the nights are cold. Memory talks and I sleep, and we all grow old. The air conditioner kicked on in the hotel room, and my upstairs neighbor stumbled
Below is a retelling a very sexy encounter I had recently. M and I were at the beach this weekend. We had just gotten back from a long bike ride and were rushing to get ready to meet some friends for dinner. My lust factor was in overdrive because the last few miles of our
As always, my heart raced as the time for my session approached. Time always passes so slowly when I’m in the waiting room. Even three minutes is a long time. I wanted to be in there with Holly. I started going to her for massages – the regular kind – for muscle tension. She always
A pot of gold. Well you would think so if you were a Leprecaun. The woman lay tossing restlessly in her bed. The sheets pulled back to reveal, her breasts, and the cool March air from the open window, perked up the nipples. The small man, only in stature, watched as the eyelids flickered and
It’s easy to point someone else out as a slut. It’s almost always a female, but of course it can be an effeminate male. Usually you’re pointing out someone you don’t know or were rebuffed by, intimidated by or are jealous of. Many women labelled as sluts get this label because they have slept with
Cindy wasn’t considered beautiful by the girls in her senior class in high school. She was 18 years old and had full curves, full thighs, full voluptuous breasts. Svelte she wasn’t, and svelte was in – for the girls. Boys, however, saw in her the raw material for their endless fantasies. I couldn’t get her
“A winter storm warning is in effect for Southern Wyoming, including Cheyenne county … ” The first snowflakes fell from the slate-gray sky as Sam Tompkins heard the announcer on the radio. He’d have to hurry if he was going to make it to the airport in time to beat the storm. He sped down
At first it was annoying. I’d answer the phone and the men were always surprised to hear a male voice. Then they’d leave messages for her as if I were only her roommate, or a brother, or a butler, someone who didn’t matter, maybe an accustomed cuckold or neutered eunuch. Their tone was always condescending
I watch you getting ready for bed, enjoying the nearness of you – the closeness of this space we share. With a tired sigh, you crawl beneath the covers and I stretch out next to you, my body hungry for the comforting warmth I know I will find in your arms. “God, I am beat–”
“Let’s seduce her,” Justine said with a twinkle in her eye. I choked on my drink. Justine smiled, lightly patting me on the back as I coughed and spluttered for a few seconds. “Sorry?” I finally managed to gasp, not sure quite sure if I had heard her correctly. “I think we should seduce her,”