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Mortimer and Myrtle: A Love Story

A one act play about the distance between husband and wife.

Note: This is not your usual Lush story. It is an experimental play in a theater of the absurd style. There is no sex but it is an entertaining comment on marriage. I encourage you to indulge in something different. I think it will make you laugh and maybe cry. Scene: A formal living room. Mortimer is seated on a sofa in the center of the room when Myrtle enters and sits on the sofa next...Read On

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Autumn blossom: the power of love

In which Kate and Cath are toasted

As I made the coffee the following morning, my mind wandered back. Reading Jess’s story had triggered a powerful submissive response, but Summer’s account of using my Kate had taken it much further. With many women, perhaps most (who knew?) the idea of their loved one being used by another would have aroused jealousy or disgust; it had just aroused me. There was danger down that route. It...Read On

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Autumn blossom: the opening

A sequel to my Summer loving series, the first part

Autumn smelt of wood-smoke and damp leaves decaying, giving a last gift where they could, but on the pavements of Little Jericho they simply added to the slipperiness of the rainy pavements. Early autumnal Oxford never failed to stir my heart. It was thus that I had first known it. The shiny, bright faces of the Freshers, new, up from their schools and colleges, made me smile. That had been...Read On

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Autumn Blossom: Triggering a Response

The fourth part of the story, which finds our heroine dancing

I slept the sleep of the unjust. Something had been woken, something in the deep parts of my psyche. It was good that Kate felt that reading Jess’s manuscript of the erotic humiliation and degradation of a Victorian lady at the hands of her maid, had given us the edge on Jessica, but it had clearly edged me in another way; perhaps two other ways. There was the obvious one, which was that I...Read On

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It was all about the hands

She made me make a solemn promise not to enter her body

We were laying contentedly in each others arms, emotionally and sexually exhausted, when she dropped her unwelcome bombshell. “I don’t know how to say this Rob, I’ve being trying to for a while, but we are going to have to stop all this- and I mean a clean break from today.” “What…why?” I exclaimed, automatically hugging her beautiful warm body even closer to mine. My mind was racing,...Read On

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Primal

We got to the trails: blue skies, oppressive heat, gnats swarming around our heads even before we hopped out of my car. “It’s such a beautiful day. Aren’t you glad you’re out here?” she said to me, and I can’t tell if she was rubbing it in or just oblivious to my pain. She skipped off ahead, waving at me over her shoulder, “Come on! Isn’t this so exciting! Our first hike!” She wore khaki...Read On

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Betting People - Trick Or Treat?

Friends have an interesting Halloween

Betting People: Trick or Treat? By Maximillian Excaliber Introduction This wasn't supposed to be, but is, the first story in a new series I'm writing called 'Betting People'. Each story will be different but will have a common theme. All of the stories in this series will be about people make a wager that results in their becoming intimate. As you will find out while reading them,...Read On

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Annie and I, the early days 6

I want you just as you are

Annie was over the moon when we got back. Nancy had told her what Frank had told me about our future working. "I can hardly believe this is happening to me, David,” she said. “Two weeks ago, I was just a quiet little schoolgirl. Now I'm living with a man I adore, I have a beautiful lesbian lover, and I'm already earning far more money than I ever imagined. It just seems so bloody perfect."...Read On

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Love Letter To A Loved One (aka: Lost Souls)

Sentimental musings of romantic memories shared between two lost souls.

Call it fate or destiny, something, or someone, brought our two lost souls together. I never stopped there before, and still, I don't know why, or what made me do so. But, as I entered that small cafe, I saw you there and knew I didn't want to be with any other. It was like an overwhelming sense of emotion that hit me, causing every cell inside my body to intensify to a whole new level. In...Read On

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Autumn blossom: the chill

The third part of the story - the shadow reaches out.

I heard her key in the lock. It was just after 7 o’clock; the bus had been on time. So was I. As Kate came through the door I met her with a glass of chilled chardonnay. “And how’s the worker?” I laughed. “Worthy of her hire, I hope?” “And you, too, darling. You are divine, best wife a woman could have. I need that wine.” She kicked off her shoes and curled her legs under her on the sofa....Read On

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THD: Melinda - Entry Four

Another passage from the diary of Melinda Chevalier...

Feburary 24th Dear Diary, A few more weeks have passed and I’m still not feeling very cheerful. I know that I promised a more pleasant entry so I will try to keep that promise. I’m still missing him in more ways than I can say. We talk now, more frequently, like we used to. That alone fills me with a joy so great that there are few words I can find to properly express it. I get lost in...Read On

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A lament for Kathleen

I died a little when I realized she really had gone... but if only these walls could talk.

The sun barely rose on that day I let go. I had, in my misery, banished myself from anything that reminded me of you. Gone out to the old field for solitude. A small house between two tufts of trees sat still and alone. The grey light of the fog peeked meagerly through drawn curtains. As soon as my waking mind became conscious I turned in my bed, alerted only by the sound of  wind...Read On

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Coming Home; Part One

Fictional story of a man coming home.

For nearly four generations this house here on Jackson Forge had been the home of my father's father, and my father. Not much to look at. An 1800's log cabin with a cobblestone walkway, a stone chimney, and a roof made of neglected tree bark. Surrounded by dense brush and briers. Looked more like a house on those cheesy b-roll movies where the family living in it likes to make love with...Read On

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Autumn blossom: the betrayal?

This is the sixth part of the story, and the plot, and other things, thicken

The bus stop in Beaumont Street was crowded.  The U5 was late, and the commuters out to the Business Park were all consulting their phones. Kate was restless. We’d risen a bit late, but I had managed to make her coffee and rustle up a croissant, rather rushing myself, so she had the time to get ready. It was a big day for her, and it was important that she was rested. As a good wife to be,...Read On

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Meeting James Chapter Ten, Part Two

James and Melanie Vacation in Mexico.

It was such a beautiful day, and I was so happy to be with James. He could be so tender and loving when he wanted, and the fabulously romantic scenery of the beach and sand only added to those feelings of enchantment I was experiencing after we made love. I had always attempted to keep my relationship with James grounded in reality because I knew he didn't have the same feelings for me that...Read On

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Meeting James Chapter Ten, Part One

James and Melanie Vacation in Mexico.

I opened one eye, and quickly closed it. I was trying to force myself back to sleep because subconsciously, I knew it was way too early to be awake. Fresh, clean salt air from the ocean permeated my nostrils, and it smelled divine. Both of my eyes were now open and I came to the unfortunate conclusion that I'd never get back to sleep. James's arm was wrapped securely around me, holding me...Read On