“I don’t know what you do to me, Mark, but my God. Sometimes when you love me I feel like my body will explode. I feel the wonderful things you are doing to me, but nothing else in the world exists, I don’t even know I’m in our bedroom,” Pam whispered. I lifted her legs moved closer to her then slid my cock into her pussy. Pam’s eyes closed and she moaned as my cock filled her wet pussy. I put her legs over my shoulders a...

Ye Ole Ice Cream Shoppe had everything a nostalgia buff would die for. The menu was on a blackboard with white chalk—the heart-shaped iron chair back with the red and white seat covers. The employees were dressed like the old soda jerks, cap and all. Pam was perusing the offerings. I had to chuckle; I could almost see her mentally licking her lips and drooling. My world was locked in a double-dipped chocolate sundae with...

I quietly slid out of bed, Pam rustled a little. I had no choice but to make a beeline for john. My bladder was dictating my life at this moment. With a sign of relief, I washed my hands and tried to sneak back into bed. Pam was lying on her side grinning. “Feel better?” she giggled. “God, yes. I’ll go start the coffee,” I went into the kitchen. When I returned with our coffee, Pam was sitting up with the covers covering...

Saturday morning was amazing. I heard little noises in the kitchen; I waited. Pam came in with two cups of coffee, wearing black heels, smiling—naked. I sat up in bed in a heartbeat. “I’m sorry. I spilled some coffee on my tee shirt and didn’t have time to get a clean one,” she cooed. “It’s – a – I mean – wow! Honey, you look marvelous,” my voice was shaking with surprise. Pam giggled and handed the cups to me. She got in...

I was getting things together to take Cynthia home, and someone rapped on the door of her room. It was an old friend, Mark Compton. Cynthia and I haven’t seen him in years. Cynthia was sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed. “Mark! Holy Cow, come in! How long has it been?” He and I shook hands vigorously. “Look at you! Jack, I remember when you hired Cynthia, damn I was jealous. And Cynthia – you are as beautiful as ever...

“Hello again. A lot has been going on in our lives. I thought I would start with the morning I will remember for the rest of my life. “Jack? Jack, my sweet husband,” the little voice whispered in my ear. “Um-hum. What does my little Mommie want?” I’m thinking I’m going out for a Milky Way, ice cream, or dill pickles, who knows? “The coffee is going to be a little late this morning,” she cooed. “Did I forget to pour the wa...

“Oh shit – darn it – ugh.” Cynthia jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Then I heard a long-satisfied sigh of relief. She came back and crawled in next to me and tucked her head on my shoulder. “Good morning.” She purred. “Happy New Year. Feel better?” I chuckled. “Yes, Daddy. We feel much better. I guess that may happen at all hours. It’s like it hits all of a sudden.” Cynthia was happy. “So, ah – no long trips?” “...

Boy! Did we sleep in? It was just before twelve when I woke up. Cynthia was still sleeping. I’m glad, she has been on the go the past three days. I pushed the coffee maker's button and headed to the bathroom. I tried to be quiet when I went past the bed, but I was caught. Cynthia was waking up. “What time is it, Jack?” The question was followed by a yawn. “High noon,” I said quietly. “NOON! Are you kidding me?” Cynthia sa...

With the loving Cynthia and I have been enjoying, in and out of bed, it was hard as hell to go to work on the last day of the year. But, to ease the pain, I know Cynthia is going to her OB today and I will look busy for eight hours. I was getting worried. Cynthia said she would call me from the doctor’s office. It was after one and still no call. Nancy came in with the coffee pot. The lady has radar, I’m sure of it. “Are...

I woke up the next morning not wanting to go to work. Cynthia was sleeping peacefully, so I snuck out of bed. I went to the kitchen and woke up the coffee maker. I think it was cursing me from its sounds. There was some frost on the front window. That gave me a chill. I hated that Cynthia had to go out. The beep of the coffee maker eased my spirits. Now for my first cup of courage. I listen for Cynthia. It was all quiet....

I woke up the next morning, thankful I didn’t have to go to work. I would have three days of work before New Year’s Eve. Nothing was pressing, so my mind was relaxed in that respect. I rolled over and Cynthia was not in bed. I listened. She was not in the bathroom, and then the aroma of coffee brewing caught my attention. Cynthia came into the bedroom wearing her warm Christmas robe. She sat on the edge of the bed and kis...

The next morning, I brought the coffee in for my new little Mother. She was sitting up in bed with her Christmas gown on. Her smile went straight to my heart. Cynthia had a different smile, a different glow to her eyes. I handed her the coffee, and she smiled and said, “Thank you, Daddy.” Daddy. The name sent a thrill through me. I can’t explain it. Daddy. I never thought I would be called “Daddy”. “How is my little Momma...

On Christmas Eve morning, Cynthia was buried under the covers. I threw on my robe and bumped up the furnace. The flow of warm air was welcomed. I poured our coffee and headed back to the bedroom. I was curious what the ‘little voice’ was going to ask. “Baby? Are you in there?” “Yes,” came the little voice. “Do you want coffee?” “Yes,” was the response. “You can’t drink it under there. You have to come out.” I was holding...

I kept myself busy throughout the week. The Christmas party is this Saturday. Every night when I get home, Cynthia has a new little decoration for our first Christmas. It took me two days to get over her last surprise. I walked into the apartment, wondering how I was going to look busy for the next few days. Cynthia met me at the door with her smile, a kiss, and a hug. She was in her sweats and looked comfortable. I asked...

The day was sunny and crisp. Cynthia was buttoned up to her eyes and my coat was zipped to my chin. Main Street looked like a Winter Wonderland. At the end of the street, in the cul d’ sac was Santa’s Village. Memories of my Mom and Dad floated through my mind. After all of these years, I still miss them. I was at my grandparents in a different state when the storm hit. My house and memories, there was nothing but rubble...