“The secret of life is to appreciate the pleasure of being terribly deceived” - Oscar Wilde Nadine sat on the edge of the bed putting on a pair of dark, thigh-high, hold-up stockings. Her only other clothing was a deep red, very low-cut lacy bra that push...
I didn’t think it would ever happen to me. In fact, my mind had never even strayed towards the idea. My married life had been no less than spectacular for all of its fifteen years. We were both about forty and were awash with a deep respect and love for e...
Christmas was only another three days away. Thankfully, my wife and I have never been swept up in the frenzy of shopping and preparations that far too many people manage to get themselves embroiled in. That’s not to say that we don’t enjoy the Christmas s...
I met her during the summer when I was twenty-four years old. She was nineteen and had just finished her first year of university. She had a job in a lakeside general store, pumping boat gas, selling hamburgers and ice cream, washing floors; doing whateve...
Like every work-day morning for the past couple of years my wife left for work without saying goodbye. I had breakfast by myself and then did some maintenance things around the house that took up much of the morning. In the afternoon I planned to buy a fe...
We had been friends for several years. Not close, intimate friends, but the social contact was regular enough, and, from what I could ascertain, the enjoyment of the contact was mutual. I have to admit that I had always had the hots for Natalie. Her prett...
Elaine and Rob have been neighbours of mine since, let’s see, it must be at least eight years now. When they moved in we had the usual new-neighbour get-together for a barbeque and a few drinks but since then there hasn’t been a lot of social contact, oth...
Every now and then in the summer, rather than go to the local beach near the city I’ll hop in my car and drive the hundred kilometres or so over the mountains and spend the day on the beach of a large lake by a small out-of-the-way village. It’s just a ch...
I remember meeting him only a few times in my life and that was when I was only nine or ten years old. Uncle Ted seemed like a pretty decent guy with a good sense of humour and I got along with him as well as a ten year old kid gets along with an adult he...
