"I bet she was gorgeous." "Who?" "The woman you're thinking about." "How do you know it was a woman?" "I don't, I'm just hoping." She turned her head and smiled at me.  Seeing her looking at the sunset was wonderful, but her smile touched me. "She is long out of my life, the sunset made me think of her, that's all." "Good memories?" "Wonderful ones!" I snuggled up behind her, pressing my body to hers.  She didn't object....

Week One This past Friday, June 4, I was surfing through Craig's List ads and saw an add asking for a fellow Life Coach student to work with for training purposes. I initially put it off and did not respond but really glad I changed my mind. I emailed giving a brief summary of my background including a Master's Degree in Counseling. I also included that I'm certified in Reality Therapy and Choice Theory. I closed with my...

It had been three weeks since we decided to try her being exclusive to James and, it had gone pretty well. Yes, I missed sex with her but, every Friday; she would work me off. We seemed to be even closer than we were before and, of course; she'd tell me all about their sex life. She knew that I enjoyed hearing what they did and stuff, it made me hard all day. He would spend four nights a week at our house and so I suggest...

“It’s expensive and I don’t think we need to spend the money, Matt,” Jenn said firmly. Wedding planning had come in spurts, but the majority was done and with only two months to go I was glad that we were in the home stretch. Honestly, Jenn had done the lion’s share. It was really her day after all. The more interesting sticking point had been Jenn’s reluctance for doing a boudoir photo shoot. “Is it really the money?” I...

We quarreled, a silly war of words. You ran out. I followed you across the meadow, your youthful and shapely body, silhouetted against a blood red moon. I caught you in a field of poppies. There were rows and rows of them, like soldiers in scarlet tunics all around us. I picked a bunch, presented them to you as a peace offering. We embraced and kissed passionately. We were soon naked and laying on the ground as you rode m...

She descended the staircase into a room filled with men. Tall, well-built men. Short, skinny men. Refined young Frenchmen, all in attendance for selection day. He came to the Ball to choose his mulatto lover. The woman that he would love forever, but could never marry. The woman he’d start his family of bastards with. The woman he'd hunger for as he laid in his marital bed staring at the ceiling of his loveless bedroom. R...

I knew Fiona well a long time ago, but she married and moved away.  I lost touch with her then.  We had never been an item; she was just a friend.  Worse, I was just her friend.  Recently we reconnected on-line and found we still had so much in common. I also learned that she was divorced and had been alone for a while.  I couldn’t really believe it.  She was so beautiful in the past, both inside and out.  I was sure that...

My father remarried, a beautiful woman named Susan. She was about forty and very pretty, tall and slim, with short, curly dark hair and a camel toe. Around the house, she would often wear very short, very tight shorts which would cut deep into her cleft. I never told her, but I realised I was in love with Susan. I do not know to this day if I loved her because she had a camel toe or if I love camel toes because Susan had...

By the time I was eight-years-old, my father was sick and tired of his humdrum existence. Although he worked his arse off in his blue-collar job, he knew that financially he was in a dead-end. We rented our house because there was simply no way that my parents would ever be able to afford their own home. We never starved, but the luxuries that many people took for granted simply didn’t feature in our lives. I had an elder...