It was a normal day photographing an upscale home for a realtor client. The house was large and modern in a nicely landscaped yard, complete with a waterfall pool and hot tub. The agent told me the house was empty, the homeowner was in the city. In the driveway was a new blue Porsche, a high-end model that fit well with the house. I wondered why the owner, a single man, left it in the driveway and not in one of four garag...

I needed a break from my partner and went to my old neighborhood a few hours away. I booked a hotel room and drove to a favorite park for some hiking. It was a cold January day, and there were not many people around, which was perfect. It was getting late; sunsets are early in January, and I was cold but also very relaxed. Nothing like being alone with your thoughts in the woods to calm the mind. On the way back I decided...

I drove down the narrow road leading to the boat ramp, a slight rain was falling. In the Spring and Summer, it is hard to find places to park at the ramp, with all the tubers, kayakers, and people enjoying the river fishing. In the Winter, it is virtually empty, the perfect place to meet a man from SQ for some erotic pleasure. Just one problem, there were two cars already parked by the boat ramp, neither of which was Tim’...

This part of the story is real: Swimming is great exercise, so I joined a pool and gym facility thirty minutes from my home, with a large, multiple-lap pool, hot tub, steam room, and sauna. Once a week I would make this my gym/spa day. In each of the showers, there was a heavy translucent door and a drying area with a curtain separating it from the shower area. It seemed like the perfect design for two men to enjoy each o...

I arrived in Seattle for a job interview and realized that I forgot to pack casual pants to wear. I wandered downtown, found this small, interesting shop, and went inside. I noticed the pants they had available were indeed casual and priced right, so I stayed. Within a few moments, a salesman came around and after discussing what I was seeking, he selected three pants in my size that might fit my need. I went into the dre...

It was eleven pm. Walmart was busy with holiday buyers, and no one noticed two cars parked near the end of the parking lot. In the backseat of my Jeep Cherokee, I was naked, and the night air felt wonderful on my hard cock, as did this stranger’s mouth. The man sucking my cock had short, grey hair, a wedding ring, and a mustache. I didn’t know his name; it wasn’t important as he licked and swallowed my cock, making slurpi...

The day was like any other, the assignment was to photograph Robert in the studio. We never met, a businessman from a nearby town, he saw my ad for photography services on Facebook. Typical assignment, business portraiture for marketing his real estate business. He will be arriving soon; the studio is set. This should be a quick job; men are less fussy than women when it comes to professional photography. A knock at the d...

I represented an offshore company and managed their convention booths in the United States. I was married at the time and was often horny. Usually, the wildest thing I did was go to gentlemen’s clubs in various cities and then back to the hotel room to masturbate. The truth was, I was cautious and afraid to pay a lady for her time, living instead with the fantasy. In Vegas, prostitutes were everywhere, and it was fun watc...

Debbie was a slut that I met on an online dating site. Her photo looked appealing, light gray hair, thin with small breasts. Her profile mentioned she suffered from MS and did not drive. I knew of a few ladies with this dreadful disease, yet I sent her a message, a simple hello, and that she looked pretty in her picture. I added a few comments on her profile to make my message personal. My profile was honest, I was living...

The Fall colors and the old architecture on the university grounds were the perfect backdrop for my photography class. My students today, like nearly all my classes, skew older (fifties through early seventies) and women. I taught them how to use their mobile phone camera to create nice photographs. In the last year, since losing my lover Mary, I’ve thought about the ladies that attend my workshops and classes. A few wome...

I was enchanted by the gray-haired lady, or was I obsessed? She was in my bed yesterday; what an amazing lover. Slim, tight ass, perky breasts, and a talented mouth; the thoughts of her drove me crazy. What a youthful and sexy woman at sixty-eight years old. The next day, Wednesday, I was anxious to behold her, watch her jog down the shoreline, or greet me on the dune. However, she wasn’t at the beach all day, and yet all...

Why did Mary keep this relationship alive? There is one truth to this relationship, we both loved each other. We continue to love each other, yet she is gone, living with another man. However, there is more to the story, read on. For years, we usually saw each other once a month. During the pandemic, we didn’t see each other for a long year. However, when we were together at Mary’s Little House in the Woods, the sex was w...

I love the beach, it’s my special place where I am most relaxed, which in turn leads to some wonderful erotic fantasies. I have been fortunate enough that a few of my fantasies have come true, but they are stories for another time. On to the beach… As a family, we rented the same house on the same beach, the same week every Summer. The house sits on the ocean side, with amazing views, especially at sunrise. Each street ha...

Why did I choose another woman over Mary? I asked myself this question frequently. On paper, Mary had all the qualities of a good partner. She was fun-loving, smart, an excellent cook and mixologist, and of course, offered incredible sexuality. Then, why did I then choose to keep her hidden from my friends? And equally as important, why did she allow this? While dating post-divorce, most women I dated never met my friends...

Why did I choose another woman over Mary? I ask myself this question frequently. On paper, Mary had all the qualities of a good partner, from fun-loving, smart, excellent cook, and mixologist to her sexuality. Then, why did I then choose to keep her hidden from my friends and keep her in a closet? While dating, post-divorce, many of the women I dated never met my friends and certainly not my children or family. This is no...