I had a very naughty dream about us Jim, and I'm just aching to tell you all about it! In my dream, we had been dating for a few months. One day I was over at your condo and we were all tangled up on your couch. Our passions had been running wild and we were both out of breath from our heated exchange. Then out of the blue you asked me if I would allow you to tie me up; something you had mentioned on one of our first date...

In my mind I depict, waking up, at the secret cottage, where all is quiet, except for a chirping bird, a warm, lazy spring breeze, drifting through the room, crisp sheets for coverings, nothing else was required, legs entwining, as a finger pushes locks of hair, from your sleeping face, eyes flutter open, sparkle with excitement, you see my smirk closing in, kissing you good morning, you give them back, our lips moist, mo...

This is the second part to my story about my neighbor. I encourage you to read Part One first. ***** After that first day I spent with Erin, I had enjoyed cooking out steaks for the three of us. Mike told me stories about how boring it was to live around here, school and some of the local gossip. Erin would fill in some of the left out parts here and there. It was a great way to wind down the day…one of the better afterno...

This story is one from years back that I’ve been meaning to tell. It’s primarily about this fiery lass named Erin that I met after moving to a new apartment. I was inside unpacking boxes last Friday night when I heard the familiar rumble of a Harley roar up. I briskly walked out front, figuring one of my buddies had driven an hour to check out the new place, but had to glance around when I found the street empty. In the d...

It was a Monday morning and I was dropping Amanda off at school; I'd be picking her up in this same spot on Thursday afternoon, as she was spending the next three nights with her ‘real' father. She often told me that she called him 'Father' and me ‘Daddy' because she thought of me as the one who loved and took care of her. She'd even once told me that she had to ask him for a hug whenever she wanted one, where I just hand...

We live in a small Midwestern town on the shores of Lake Michigan. Making a very comfortable living from the small business we own, my wife and I have one child, a stunningly beautiful and extremely intelligent girl named Amanda. This story involves her although in an indirect way. My step-daughter Amanda works part-time at the local Pizza Parlor; a job my wife and I got her because the owners are our clients. We asked th...

When we reached the barn, I tapped the horn and killed my engine; Tom appeared from a nearby doorway to help me carry him inside. Once inside, we staged him in a variety of poses, with an assortment of backgrounds and of course, in descending levels of clothing. We used what he’d managed to put together as well as the articles he had in the shopping bag and in his current state, his eyes were open for almost every shot fo...

 Later that same night, I strolled down to my favorite watering hole to tip a few strong drinks in the hopes of either clearing my head or dulling the noises within. After flirting over those drinks with a short blonde haired gal named Kym, we stepped out onto the dance floor to press our bodies against one another to an old Jonny Cash tune. She’d been waiting for some guy to meet her for a drink; for whatever reason, he’...

I think back to the day I’d met Jason; it was at one of the biker rallies that I attend through the riding season. I say ‘season’ because where I reside it gets bitterly cold and the ground snow covered for slightly less than half the calendar year. That being said, one must make the most of the good weather if motorcycles are a passion to which you subscribe. For example, can you imagine Sturgis being held in the middle...

 Do you like the scent of a freshly mowed lawn? I do. But even so, it has to be right. By that I mean it needs to be a warm day with temperatures in the seventies. I also prefer if the sun is out; shining brightly down upon the neighborhood and all those who live in it. There’s just something about the smell; you inhale deeply and it smells like summer. Of course it always smells better when it’s your own yard and not one...

A few days after I found her note; Ashley slipped me a small pink envelope with another message inside it. This told me one thing for sure before even opening it; she was enjoying the way we passed messages back-n-forth like a pair of kids at school. Our flirting went well beyond a seasonal romance though, although we constantly did that too. Of course the contents of our letters would have gotten us many an hour of deten...

Note: You are advised to read each part of this story in order to understand references. Most often things between Ashley and I went on as usual. I mean, life does goes on as they say. It’s not like in a porn movie where all you do from that point forward is get together for long, drawn out fuck sessions and no other aspects of life are visible. Like I said, more often than not when we saw each other, it was on an every o...

I work at a large brokerage firm. I don’t actually do investing, but do a lot of background investigations of prospective companies that we invest in, for brokers and business people at work. Recently we had begun to trim the fat so to speak, with guidance from the main office. They wanted to cut all expenses that weren’t essential to running things, and I was spared, as I’m a one-man operation. After the main office went...

Sometimes I can’t help but be disgusted by my own stubbornness, or maybe I should say, my own stupidity. Why, just an hour ago I was sitting in my car shaking my head at myself, wishing I’d listened to my gut instincts to stay home I’d felt earlier. But no, not me, I got ready and went to work. Heck, the weather predictors are never right anyways, right? Every school in the five county area was closing due to the weather...

Smoke rose silently from my cigarette, curling now and then as it wafted towards the ceiling above. Some idiot inside the flat screen babbled on about a third world country in need of our support and my coffee grew colder by the second, but I wasn't tuned in to those things. Instead I concentrated on the soft clicking noise as the bedroom doorknob slowly turned. You could just see it stop and then the slightest vertical c...