Ms. J was not my type. I don’t think that she was anyone’s type or that anyone was her type. By the way she dressed, I would have guessed she was a lesbian—and not the lipstick kind. My life and spank bank were full of taller, blonder, nicer women. How did I end up where I am with her and why do I stay here? Ms. J is not her name. She lives in apartment J, which is right above mine. It’s a classic three-story walkup: gard...

Linc was the new guy at Summit Delivery, a small trucking service in a sparsely-populated area. Some places were hard to find and it was easy to get lost or stuck on the narrow winding roads through the mountains. When you made the delivery, if a customer needed some help, giving it was part of the “extra mile” that was lettered on his uniform. The national delivery companies would subcontract Summit to get stuff where it...

“You are pregnant,” the physician barely whispered. The news struck like lightning, stunning Jeena for a few seconds before the implications hit her like a roar of thunder. She burst out laughing, frightening the middle-aged woman. “Do not worry,” the queen smiled. “I have been trying to decide which prince to take for a husband, and it seems the decision has been made for me.” “Who is it?” asked the doctor, who the queen...

The third prince was young. Never having initiated a virgin, Jeena thought it could be fun teaching him and molding him to be the husband she wanted. What he lacked in skill could be made up in stamina and enthusiasm until the skill was taught. The queen had sequestered Prince Jason in a room off the library. He had used the days awaiting her to study some history in volumes not available in New Paleoland. They discussed...

The search for a husband continued. Widely-traveled, Geoffrey promised more exotic pleasures. Would he just be a plaything for the queen’s amusement, or could he become a true partner? The queen hid the bon vivant in the head cook’s quarters. The chef didn’t mind relinquishing his room for a few days in exchange for some new recipes. People from Sybarisia were known for their love of food and Geoffrey had a well-deserved...

The Queen of Lushland knew she needed an heir, so she needed a stud. Would it be the exotic stallion with strength and experience, the worldly mustang with hedonistic temptations, or the trainable colt with devotion and aspirations? Would her heart, mind, and body agree on the choice to be made? A testament or supposition,With embellishment or some omission,And best intent, with your permissionHere I present my rendition....

Like the movie trope, the idea of having a threesome to try to save someone’s marriage was crazy—so crazy it just might work! I managed to resist the lure of Karen’s charms; now my wife wanted me to have sex with her. Would Jewel’s rules be able to keep us out of danger? After the end of Jewel’s busy month-long project, we had spent Saturday having getting-reacquainted sex and more sleep that stretched into the afternoon....

“I really wanted to see her tits,” my artist wife had blurted out about naked pictures she had taken of our buxom redhead neighbor Karen. Jewel felt a little ashamed, and probably wouldn’t have told me except for the wine. She was gathering images to process and compose for one of her unusual portraits of our new friend. I love my wife and don’t think of other women that way, at least when my neocortex is in charge. But m...

Jewel asked me if I found Karen sexy. Considering what my wife does to me and what she lets me do to her on a regular basis, I don’t think of other women that way. But there are many ways to be sexy, and Karen definitely nailed at least one of them, so I just told the truth: yes. “I can see that,” Jewel said noncommittally, and that seemed to be the end of it. My wife and I initially weren’t happy to leave our tiny apartm...

As I slowly woke up, I fought back, trying to hold on to a sweet but nonspecific dream. The redhead sucking my cock was and wasn’t one of two ex-girlfriends or three porn stars or four actresses. She looked up from where she knelt between my legs with her green, blue, or brown eyes. I tried to focus, to resolve her into one face and hold it long enough to complete the wet dream, but it dispersed too quickly. The reality t...

I didn’t expect to hear from Kristin again. But then I didn’t expect to ever be in a relationship with her the first time we met. Short and blonde, with a rack and ass you would expect on a taller woman, Kristin worked for the same company I did. She was in her early twenties and I had just broken thirty. Although I liked looking at her as she jiggled both coming and going when she ran by my office late for a meeting, I d...

My wife and I have an amazing sex life—in our minds! In the bedroom and occasionally elsewhere, we are good, but you can’t beat our imaginations. Our fantasies get us so turned on. They provide a safe, cheap, and reliable alternative to trying to do it all in real life. “So-ohhhhh,” one of us would start, turning a short word into two seductive syllables. “What would you think about ..?” Bonnie or I would continue, laying...