The flight from Heathrow to Newark was late; late enough that I missed my connecting flight to BWI and had to wait until after six pm for the “next available.” It was, after all, Christmas Eve. I was lucky to even get a seat. I called Marissa to give her the bad news. She took it in stride. “I’ll meet you at baggage claim, sweetie. Love you.” “Love you, too, babe.” Air kisses and I clicked off. I slept a little bit in the...

I first met Quinn when she and my daughter Gretchen began acting in the same instructional theatre group. Quinn was actually a very good actress; as well as an accomplished singer and dancer. As the group did mostly musical theatre, she readily and regularly won the best roles. While she was gracious about it at first, by the time the summer of her sixteenth year had come, she was becoming quite the snob. Then, that summe...

Marissa, and I “met” on Lush; and after some playful late night messaging over some of my stories, moved our on-line relationship off Lush and into e-mails and phone calls, followed by "real life". It was a little rocky for a while as she had some trust issues for very legitimate purposes. It took a while, and a lot of patience on my part, but we finally got together, and it just clicked. Eventually we moved in together....

This is Part Three of what was originally supposed to be just two; written due to popular request. I suggest reading Parts One and Two for this part to make sense. We lay in each others arms, content for the moment to be connected in a non-sexual manner. But it wasn’t long before the flesh became willing again. This time the lovemaking was less frantic, more gentle, though certainly no less passionate. If anything, the cu...

"This is Part Two of a two-part story. I recommend reading “Emily-Part One” before reading this."We never did get to that "appetizer". The pizza place was slammed (it was, after all, a Friday night) and couldn’t promise delivery for at least an hour. I ended up running out for Chinese take-away while Emily freshened up a bit. By the time I got back, she was wearing a robe, had set the coffee table for dinner, opened anoth...

Granted, it had been a hectic Monday morning. Our lovemaking Sunday had taken us well into the night, which was to be expected considering the day we had. It started at breakfast. My sweetheart had snuck out of bed while I was still asleep and brought back bagels and some olive cream cheese from the shop that I love, serving me breakfast in bed. Somehow, the cream cheese ended up in the most erogenous places. Even after w...

I work for a large, multi-national financial products company that is a very strong advocate of what is known as “Employee Wellness.” As an incentive for employees to get them active in the program, they offer substantial reductions in the employee cost of healthcare benefits, in exchange for meeting certain “health initiative” benchmarks. One such benchmark is the required accumulation of a certain number of points that...

I really hated the community pool in our housing development. Well, not actually the pool itself, but the fact that the place seemed to always be overrun with screaming kids and surly teenagers. I really wanted to be able to swim laps and get some sun while reading (and quaffing the occasional adult beverage); but found these tasks to be hard to accomplish due to the aforesaid. I was seriously thinking about giving up my...

I recommend reading Class Reunion Part One first. “A penny for your thoughts, or maybe a dollar, if this is what they caused,” she said, as she fondled my newly resurrected erection. “I was just thinking about our last ‘wet humping’ before you left town and I never heard from you again.” “I am so sorry about that, but it really wasn’t my fault. My Mom figured out pretty quick what we had been up to when I got upstairs. Sh...

I’d like to say that we were snuggled up, basking in the afterglow of our gentle, romantic lovemaking. Actually, we lay sprawled across the king-size bed in my hotel room, sweating and gasping, my now semi-turgid member shiny with her pussy-juice, while her freshly-fucked vagina leaked my cum onto the sheets. It started off very innocent. Alice and I had been high-school sweethearts until we both moved away the summer bef...

This is the last chapter in this series. The problem with plotting revenge is that it leads to evaluation of motives, personalities, and relationships; and I was confused about all three. I really couldn’t explain to myself why I even wanted “revenge” at this point; I couldn’t fault the girls for wanting to turn the tables, and they had been rather clever about it; even if I was the one with the sore ass. And I was beginn...

This is Part Two of a Two Part story. You’ll probably enjoy it better if you read Part One first. While Chari watched the tow-driver finish hooking up her car, I went and got mine and pulled it around. Chari jumped in and we drove the ten miles to my house with the tow truck following behind. I think that Chari was disappointed that my car, a restored Triumph Spitfire, was a two-seater with bucket seats so that we couldn’...

This is for all of my Lush Friends and Followers who thought that my last story wasn’t “wham-bam!” enough… It had been over twenty years since I took the badge out of my wallet and hung up my gunbelt for the last time. But, every once in a while, I’d forget that I no longer had “diplomatic immunity” behind the wheel of a car. In those instances, I was always able to talk my way out of the speeding ticket that I rightly de...

I felt like I was back in high school. It all started when I decided to start bringing my lunch to work, rather than go out to eat every day. It was part of a health kick combined with an austerity program; my stomach was getting fatter and my wallet was getting thinner as I tended to frequent restaurants that featured all of the wrong foods at rather ridiculous prices. The personal results were astounding. As people star...

Author’s Note: This is number five is a series. It makes more sense if you read one through four first, preferably in order. My dreams that first night were filled with visions of the girls and I having sex. They were intense dreams, lots of touching, licking, sucking and fucking. So intense, if fact, that when I woke the next morning I discovered that I had experienced my first “wet dream” since my teens. I was still a l...