The people have always some champion whom they set over them and nurse into greatness...This and no other is the root from which a tyrant springs; when he first appears he is a protector.
- Plato (427 BC - 347 BC),
Well I posted a new story, first in a series. Currently, it's free for the time being. It's about the life of a woman who just can't see to get enough sex. Download it and enjoy. The second in the series should be ready in about five or six days. Just click on the pic...it's over on N/A. Seems Smashwords doesn't publish series. Well at least not mine. There are any number of series published there.
All of these have been publish since my last post. The newest is The Stag Party. I have several more in the works, but it's hard to find the time to complete any. (Just between you and me, I'm having a hard time just sitting down to even start to write. A little thing called writers block has kept me from completing a number of stories.)
Click on the title, it will take you to the Smashwords page.
Somewhere between graduating college and their first child, Mark’s wife became a completely different person. Gone was the wild, wanton woman he fell in love with. Instead he now had an up tight prim and proper wife and he was tired of her.
What were we doing? It all started when my husband told me he was fed up with his little miss innocent wife. He told me he wanted his wife to be not so innocent when it came to matters of sex. I just stared at him dumbfounded.
“What do mean honey?” I was frightened by what he had said.
“Listen, that little miss innocent act is good for church, but at the bar, it’s not any fun. You understand?”
“No. I thought that’s what you liked dear?”
“I did, but not anymore. Listen, things change, I have changed, but you haven’t. I’m tired of it! When a guy flirts with you at the bar, flirt back.”
“You heard me. You haven’t forgotten how, have you? You were pretty good at it back in college.”
“Huh?” I was bewildered.
“You flirted with the guys back then pretty good.You even got a few of them into your bed if I recall.”
Does your wife really love you? Love you enough to do what you ask? Love you enough to violate her faith in the sanctity of marriage? And do you love her enough to allow her? This is the second Anthology of those Wives we dream about. -----------------------------------
He would be home any minute from a hard day of work. I have been preparing all day for the moment he walked through the door. First, there was the feast waiting on the table for his pleasure. Then there would be dessert after his being refreshed in his master bath. Today was his birthday, he would be just forty-two years old. We have been together for the past ten years as husband and wife. I loved my Jeff and he was my Jeff make no mistake about that. Upstairs I powered my nose and prepared myself for the man I adored to come home.
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I slowly drove down our street waiting for the kids to get out of the way, as they played softball. Smiling, I waved at them as they waved back shouting for me to hurry out of their way. I gunned the car a little and turned into our driveway. I didn't pull the car all the way back as tonight, I thought we might go out to dinner, because today is my birthday.
"Honey, I'm home," I called, as I stepped in the back door.
"Just a minute," I heard a voice say from somewhere back in the house.
As I climbed the three steps into the kitchen from the back entryway, I spotted who I thought was my sister-in-law standing by the table. Julie, if it was she, is my wife's sister and stood waiting for me in the most outrageous costume I had ever seen. How my darling Shannon had gotten her to dress this way was beyond me. She had this little skimpy French maids outfit on, fishnet stocking with a seam up the back, garter belt, six-inch stiletto CFM heels and a little white doily hat.
She loves you very dearly. Will do anything for you. Wants you to be happy. Will she or won't she is a story about two people who lust after each other and their fantasies. Follow their adventures over a weekend of adventure and passion. ----------------------
“What do you mean ‘No’?”
“Just what I said ‘No!’ I won’t do it! I won’t. Why, in heavens name, would you want to watch me making love to another man or woman for that matter? I suppose you would like to see that too?”
“Well, now that you mention it…”
“No fucking way! Not with another woman. I’m not gay!”
“Judy, you don’t have to be gay to have sex, not make love, to another woman. And I didn’t ask you to make love, I asked you to have sex – there is a difference – with another man.”
“Why? I really don’t know. I just know that when I think about you with another man it excites me very, very much. You having an orgasm with another man’s cock inside you while I watch…it just makes me shudder with excitement baby.”
“Mmmm…well nobody in particular.” I said.
“What, you just want to have me go out and bring home a stranger?” Judy asked.
“Well, if you don’t mind, a stranger would be great. But, you don’t have to bring them home that could be difficult, how about if we get a hotel room for the night?”
“You’re kidding me?” I looked down at the floor. I couldn’t look her in the eyes. I didn’t want her to see my excitement.
“You’re not kidding, are you?”
“No, I’m not!” I was now looking her in the eye to show my resolve. It was suddenly very quiet. The tension in the air was almost palpable, like the static charge during a lightening storm. Judy’s eyes were open wide and her gaze was penetrating as she considered her response. Then like a switch the light in her eyes changed from the glaring white light of a searchlight to the soft sensual glow of a candle.
“Ah, I’m not saying that I will do it but, I will think about it. I do love you very much and want you to be happy. And I thought we were happy but I guess there is something missing. It isn’t like it used to be, I mean, the sex is good but it’s just not as fulfilling as it used to be. And, I guess I’ve been feeling, well, neglected. But, I don’t know if I could, I mean, it would be embarrassing, after twenty some odd years, of just being naked and alone with you, to suddenly have another naked man in bed with me.” Whew, that was a mouthful.
Can there be anything stronger than the love of a son for his mother and her for him. Come along on adventures of Mom's and their son's discovering their need for each other is stronger than the taboo that has been drilled into them. A series of short stories proving a son can love his mom more than anything in the world. ---------------------------------
As Mom and I walked back to the car after dropping dad off at the airport, she put her arm around me and pulled me close. She had been doing this whenever we were together and alone. She giggled as I placed my arm around her shoulders pulling her toward me. I was a little taller than Mom, so I kissed the top of her head as we walked. Why I did, I couldn't tell you, except I loved my Mom and at that moment felt a little sorry for her because Dad would be gone for the next month on business.
Mom stopped, making me almost pull her off her feet. Turning toward her, I saw a strange look on her face as she stepped up to me. Reaching up she pulled my lips to hers. Completely surprised by this, I didn’t pull away. She parted her lips slightly and I took her invitation to slide my tongue into her warm, wet mouth. Her breath exploded from her lungs and she broke our tender moment gasping for air.
"Oh my," Mom whispered, "that was most intense."
"It sure was Mom," I told her trying to hide my hard-on and catch my breath also.
"Now where was the car?" Mom asked weakly.
"Over this way Mom," I said shyly.
She took my hand in hers as if we were high school kids. My palms were sweaty and my mouth was dry as we walked down the aisle of cars. When we came to ours, I opened Mom's door so she could get in and I could help her, just as Dad had taught me. Mom stood there with her back toward me. I was standing just outside the door. She turned suddenly and she was in my arms in an instant.
Our lips met, hers were soft and warm, as I slid my tongue over them. Mom's tongue forced its way into my mouth. It was my turn to experience my breath exploding out of my lungs. Mom just giggled as she stood there looking up into my eyes, my hard on pressed against her stomach.
Turning, Mom sat down quickly in her seat. I stood there waiting for her to lift her feet in and sit back. Instead, she looked up at me with her doe eyes and smiled. Reaching out, she grabbed my belt and pulled me toward her. She was quickly unbuckling my belt and undoing my pants. Before I could move, she had my cock in her hand stroking it, looking up into my eyes.