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Time Waits. Something Unexpected. Until now, it had all been up close and very, very personal. Standing only a few steps apart, I could take in the beauty of Jack in all her almost naked beauty. And my god, was she beautiful. "You're in charge here, Maggie. Where do you want me? How do you want me?" A month ago, less than that, I was a lonely (maybe), single (definitely), middle-aged (almost), and purely cock-lusting (100...

There was no way it was real. That name. Dara. That little string of numbers written next to it, quickly but with care. It was all a fiction of some sort. I couldn’t let myself fall into believing otherwise. She was a stripper, the woman who had written out those letters on the back of this business card and pressed it into my hand. Strippers were professional liars. That wasn’t a judgment against them, just a fact. There...

Julia, who was in her mid-twenties, had been my partner for six months. Her previous boyfriend had been a wealthy merchant banker I knew socially, and I had noticed Julia warming to me. Everything changed when I returned from one of my foreign trips looking frazzled and with my hair turned grey overnight, despite being thirty. Terrorists armed with AK47s had chased us and we had narrowly escaped their grasp. Out drinking...

I got a promotion, a payment for securing an enormous deal and a higher salary, so I indulged Josie and me with a large motor-sailor catamaran. There is a secure marina where we keep the boat, which is connected to mains utilities. It’s large and comfortable enough to live aboard, and Josie (twenty-three) loves it. In the winter months, once heated, we can have sex and spanking in the cabin, with the sound of the water sl...