I don’t understand some relationships.
The weekend after graduation is a particularly dull time for a bottle shop. Everyone that wants booze has either left town, is still nursing the worst hangover of their academic life, or is still plowing through leftover alcohol. Or has to work. Which I was.
The late afternoon sun pounded through the dirty glass of the front, what little was not covered with signs loudly proclaiming a message of, in essence, “Get Drunk! Cheap! Here.” The weather in Cambridge had been particularly lousy, especially for June, our most promising month until October. But the thunderstorms and rain showers had given way to a passably nice day. The weather was guaranteed by the owner of the shore having scheduled me for an all-day shift.
The job sucked, but the alternative was home to Lancaster, PA with my parents, a fate I would have gladly licked Mass Ave clean with [ ...continue reading "Directions" ]
When Cato returned to the bedroom about twenty minutes later, obviously refreshed, he found them still lying there tangled in the bed sheets. “So you started without me, eh, and now I suppose no one’s interested in the final innings?” In the same teasing tone, Branwyn answered: “Oh, I think you might still be accommodated….” Whereupon he sidled over to the bed and sat leaning against the headboard, legs apart, his thick cock already showing signs of renewed [ ...continue reading "California Dreaming" ]
Carolyn awoke and looked at the clock beside her bed. It was 2:35 A.M. and she was wide awake again. Ever since her date with Don, she had not slept the night through, but awakened two or three times with visions of her with him and Connie in any number of steamy circumstances. This night, it had been the three of them locked in an oral triangle. Her breasts were swollen and erect, and her pussy was flooded with the excitement of her dream.
“Damn!” she swore reaching for the phone. “Enough is enough!”
“Hi,” she said when the other party answered. “What are you doing?”
“I was sleeping,” came the groggy reply. “Is this Carolyn?”
“Of course it is, Alan. How many other horny women call you in the middle of the night?”
There was a moment of silence before his reply.
“Wait a minute. I’m counting,” he told her. “What’s up?”
“My nipples,” Carolyn breathed [ ...continue reading "Bird in the Hand" ]
My wife Joyce and I have what we believe is a unique but not altogether lifestyle. It wasn’t always so but during our third year of marriage Joyce began talking about how she thought it would be fun if we invited another man into our bed. At first I was a bit put off by the idea but over a period of about three months Joyce convinced me that it would be for our psychical excitement and not an emotional attachment. Finally I consented to allowing her fantasy. In reality she had me excited about seeing her with another man and I think I was looking forward to the experience as much or more than she. We discussed who we could invite and immediate ruled our friends. Finally we decided to see if she could find someone in one of the local lounges. The following Friday night Joyce dressed in [ ...continue reading "Bi Sexual Marriage" ]