Martha My Dear

Dan couldn’t believe what was happening. They had taken his car. They had taken his pride. They had probably taken his marriage. He should have known better. He had given in to lust, but what the heck gave the Saint Paul police the right to take his car? On top of that his name was now published on the “bad […]

Edward and Amber’s Honeymoon

My last story “Her Accident” left some readers wondering if there was another part of the story. They felt that there should have been a more obvious ending. Others, unfortunately couldn’t have cared less. Hopefully they have not chosen to read what follows because I would hate to disappoint them a second time. But for those of you who are […]

The Mark Of Zorro

The doorbell rang again, and Jane opened the door to let in 3 more guests. They’d brought a bottle of booze to add to the overstocked bar. Jane recognized one of the outfits as Charlie Chaplin. One of the women was attempting to be Marilyn Monroe in the white dress from The Seven Year Itch. In truth, she didn’t look […]

Girls’ Book Club

I hadn’t always thought of these women as bitches and cackling hens. They weren’t close friends but they were neighbors and for the last two years, the five of us had been in a book club. Like most such clubs, it was mostly a “drink wine, talk about a book a little, and then talk about just about anything” club. […]

My Wife Wants My Friend’s Large Cock

To understand what happened, you need to understand my wife. She is different, complicated, sometimes a prude, occasionally the most sensual woman possible. She comes to bed wearing short nightgowns that hit her about mid to upper thigh and holds up her breasts by thin straps. She is my second wife and married first at thirty. She was not promiscuous […]

Forced Perspective

Families are strange organisms; not one family is alike; the mix of personalities, ages, perspectives and genetics make each family unique. Mine was no different, my name is Harry Other, and I was the middle child in what you might describe as a classic nuclear family, Martha my mom, Roger my dad, and three kids. My older brother Greg is […]

Kicker, Fran, and Molly

I’m Francis Allison, thirty-four years old. I was in good shape when I was thirty-three. Not so much, anymore, but working at it. I was hit by a pick-up truck while jogging on a country road, last year. I was jogging, with headphones playing Santana. Then I was wrapped around a tree. At the time I wasn’t aware why I […]

Don’t…Don’t You Want Me?

I was a virgin when I met Valerie Stein while playing the piano at the Subway Bar & Grill near St James Park subway station to make ends meet. To me, Valerie was a woman of the world, exuding sexuality and confidence. She was gorgeous and some three years younger than me.

Everything that Glitters

“Daddy, I’m so hungry! Can we stop soon? I’m REALLY hungry!” “Yes, Baby, I’m getting off at the next exit that shows food and fuel. We’re coming up on Phoenix, so it should be real soon. Do you need to go potty before we get there?” “Daddy, I’m not a baby! I don’t go potty; I go to the restroom, […]

Memory

I hadn’t believed a word of it when my nephew assured me he would be getting honours in his final year at Oxford, all due to two pills. After spending eighty per cent of his time there in the pub or some girl’s bed, the randy pillock would need a mountain of drugs to get a first in astrophysics. And […]