“Hi! This is somewhat different in style from earlier stuff - same underlying philosophy though. It ends rather abruptly primarily so that you can take the characters where you will. I have my own ending that I will post shortly. There is straight, oral, and, of course, anal sex. ”
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Forty-ish I suppose, same age as me, sitting on her own. Unusual in a British pub on a Friday night. Very, very noticeable. Red hair worn in a slightly old-fashioned style, curly, shoulder length. Her face was, how to say this, big. No that’s wrong, striking is a better word. Characterful - is that a word? Dark red lipstick, almost ‘porn star’ quality. That was it really - she had something of the appearance of an actress from those early films I’d seen in my youth. Read the rest of this entry »
*Chapter 3: The Finale*
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Many things have changed in the three plus years since Christy and I divorced. If you’ll recall, we divorced because I discovered that Christy had been engaging in some extremely slutty extra-curricular activities with most of the men at her law firm. This discovery was made by an accidental finding of some hard core pictures of she and two of her bosses, Jack and Ron, on the Internet. When given the chance, Christy steadfastly refused to confess and tell me of her sexual escapades, as a result, I extracted my revenge on her and her law firm, by sending the pictures to some major clients. As part of my revenge, I seduced, and began a sexual affair with, Jack’s wife, Georgia, a beautiful woman ten years my senior. Read the rest of this entry »
[With humble apologies to Walker Percy.]
You might not believe that anything so insignificant as a single letter of the alphabet could matter so much. But it all depends on the context.
I was sitting at our desk one evening, looking at my daughter Katie’s medical forms. Katie was about to start kindergarten, so the pediatrician had given her a complete physical, and my wife had left the forms for the school lying on the desk.
Glancing idly at it I saw the letter that ended my marriage. Under “Blood Type” it said “A”. Read the rest of this entry »
I took Rose’s instructions seriously, even if Simon didn’t. I slept well. In fact I was beginning to notice that my sleep was beginning to improve. I was still plagued by thoughts and images of all sorts crowding in on me when I first go to bed. But then I do fall asleep for a good six to seven hours. Never quite enough, but more than I was really expecting.
I woke on Sunday morning thinking about Rose’s gently pushing of my thoughts and boundaries. Had I, by accident, trapped Beth so that she couldn’t confess her affair, even if she had wanted to? But she had denied it, surely she wasn’t going to confess it suddenly, late on that Thursday evening. And why had she told me that she wasn’t having an affair as she kissed me as she came to bed that night. But then, to be accurate, she had said she will never have an affair. That was in the future tense. So, maybe, at least her declaration that it was over was a truth. Is there some comfort in that? Read the rest of this entry »
Why did I think my so called marriage would work out? I had no right to feel that way. It was a business deal from the start, had I forgotten? I hadn’t believed I would find what love was, much less let it invade my life like a conquering horde. God damn it, I had fallen so totally in love with Holly and then Marie, could I survive without them? I shook with fear, was Holly going to push me away? What about Ron? His wife had died of cancer a year ago. It sure sounds like they plan to be together now. Maybe, this was the plan all along. She might have been seeing him the whole time. I feel like such a fool. Why did this have to happen now? It would have been so much easier on everyone 5 years ago. Marie had grown up with me as her daddy. How could they try to explain it to a seven year old that she has a new daddy now, her real father? There is no way to explain in words my sense of loss and total frustration. It was my own fault all of it. I shouldn’t have come up with this brainless plot. I shouldn’t have agreed to be the fall guy. I was so sure I could walk at any time with a good feeling having helped my friends. Read the rest of this entry »
Jack and I lay next to each other on the bed, our heart rates slowing as we recovered from another session of intense sex. After a moment, I rolled onto my side, feeling my husband’s climax leaking from my pussy, and slowly started stroking his chest.
“So what do you think we’ll be doing twenty-four hours from right now?” I asked casually, giving him a soft peck on the cheek. He leaned up to look at the clock on the nightstand, and placed his hand on my thigh. “I’m guessing,” he said, slowly stroking the flesh, “that tomorrow night at this time…” he kissed my lips, then pulled back. Read the rest of this entry »
*The Seduction of Louise: The Story of a Big, Beautiful Woman*
*Chapter Three - First Encounter*
Lying in bed that night, I reflected upon the events of that morning. Everything had gone so amazingly well, much better than I had ever imagined. I was exceptionally pleased by Louise’s reaction to my fantasy dream. While she may have very well just been playing along for the sake of my feelings, I was reasonably certain from the way she talked that that was not the case at all. It appeared outwardly, and felt inwardly genuine to me, that the subject of my dream was not in any way disgusting, deplorable or abhorrent to her. Surprisingly enough, it had actually seemed as if she was actually even a little flattered that I had such a dream about her. Read the rest of this entry »
*The Seduction of Louise: The Story of a Big, Beautiful Woman*
*Chapter Fifteen - A Final Parting*
The paramedics arrived and took Ross away, his head and neck held securely on the gurney. The police arrived, having been notified by the med-techs of a family dispute resulting in injury. I spent the better part of the early afternoon, seated at the kitchen table with a police sergeant, who took me through the events of the morning piece by piece, while his partner did the same with Louise in the living room. Read the rest of this entry »
* * * Chapter 1
It seemed to 18-year-old Billy Mayfair that he had been on this bus forever already, yet he was not even half way there. It was a long trip from Fresno, California to South Dakota, especially on a bus.
Billy looked out of the window, contemplating how he had ended up on this bus to nowhere. He had been out with several of his friends after high school graduation, looking for some fun. The BMW was just sitting there, keys in the ignition, waiting for someone to drive it away. Billy didn’t want to do it but his friends called him a coward. Well, they didn’t get five miles before the cops caught them. Read the rest of this entry »
The air conditioner kept the tractor cab to the same comfort level as my living room in spite of the ninety-five degrees of searing, July heat. I hit the hydraulics to raise the cultivator, made the turn, and lined back up on the next eight rows of soybeans. Another tap on the hydraulic lever caused the gleaming sweeps to bite into the rich, black, Illinois soil. It used to be hotter and harder work, but I liked it more when my ears were filled with the sound of the tractor exhaust instead of the local radio station, and when I could smell the freshly turned dirt and herbal scent of the weeds. Read the rest of this entry »