“The secret of life is to appreciate the pleasure of being terribly deceived” - Oscar Wilde Nadine sat on the edge of the bed putting on a pair of dark, thigh-high, hold-up stockings. Her only other clothing was a deep red, very low-cut lacy bra that pushed her breasts high, partially exposing her nipples over the finely-webbed edge. When she was finished, she stood and walked over to a full-length mirror and, turning slo...

I didn’t think it would ever happen to me. In fact, my mind had never even strayed towards the idea. My married life had been no less than spectacular for all of its fifteen years. We were both about forty and were awash with a deep respect and love for each other. We had marvellously uninhibited sex, common interests, stimulating conversations, and, equally important for both of us, no kids to impede our lifestyle. We se...

Christmas was only another three days away. Thankfully, my wife and I have never been swept up in the frenzy of shopping and preparations that far too many people manage to get themselves embroiled in. That’s not to say that we don’t enjoy the Christmas season. We’re not religious in any sense of the word but we do embrace the spirit and the feelings which it engenders. Much the same holds true for her family, and we do m...

I met her during the summer when I was twenty-four years old. She was nineteen and had just finished her first year of university. She had a job in a lakeside general store, pumping boat gas, selling hamburgers and ice cream, washing floors; doing whatever was needed to be done. At that time I lived and worked about a two and a half hour drive from there and came to that particular lake every weekend, as I had the good fo...

Like every work-day morning for the past couple of years my wife left for work without saying goodbye. I had breakfast by myself and then did some maintenance things around the house that took up much of the morning. In the afternoon I planned to buy a few things in town before heading off to my job which started in the late afternoon. By the time I would get home from work my wife would be asleep in bed, and that would h...

We had been friends for several years. Not close, intimate friends, but the social contact was regular enough, and, from what I could ascertain, the enjoyment of the contact was mutual. I have to admit that I had always had the hots for Natalie. Her pretty face was framed by a mass of curly, brown hair that cascaded down past her shoulders. Her lips were full and she always wore a bright red lipstick, which looked sexy as...

Elaine and Rob have been neighbours of mine since, let’s see, it must be at least eight years now. When they moved in we had the usual new-neighbour get-together for a barbeque and a few drinks but since then there hasn’t been a lot of social contact, other than the across-the-fence chat about gardens, home maintenance, and the like. We have had a few dinners together which were enjoyable enough, but only up to a point. W...

Every now and then in the summer, rather than go to the local beach near the city I’ll hop in my car and drive the hundred kilometres or so over the mountains and spend the day on the beach of a large lake by a small out-of-the-way village. It’s just a change of pace. Something that, for all of us, is occasionally needed in life to help recharge the batteries. There are a few small beaches, all of them sandy, near the vil...

I remember meeting him only a few times in my life and that was when I was only nine or ten years old. Uncle Ted seemed like a pretty decent guy with a good sense of humour and I got along with him as well as a ten year old kid gets along with an adult he only sees occasionally, but I remember my mother and father always cutting him down after he had left. They talked about him as being a misfit, someone who was always ju...