So long since I have posted here.  A lot of words have gone under the bridge.

Lovers

Cuckold

The Lover

The Movie

The Pact

The Plea

The Stag Party

The Teacher

Whore

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.)

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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.

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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.”

“What?”

“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.” 

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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. 
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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. 

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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. 
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“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?  Who?”

“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.”

“And who?”

“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.

My Mom is now available at Smashwords.

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. 
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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.

Reluctant Lovers

Reluctant Lovers is now available at Smashwords.


A collection of short stories in the BDSM genre fill the pages. Bound for Pleasure and Bound Again told from the reluctant woman as a man she knows takes her though pleasures she has only dreamed of. Inside the Mind of a Stalker takes us inside as the stalker works trying to bring pleasure to his victim. True Love proves that a woman can experience good sex with someone other than her husband. 
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Bound Again

I was walking to my car after a hard day at work.  A black van, one I didn't recognize, had parked next to my car on the driver's side. Not really paying attention, I pulled the handle on my door and heard the van door slide open behind me.  A black hood whipped over my head and arms wrapped around my body pulling me into the van.  I tried to scream but no sound came from my throat.   My hands, forced behind me and tied at my back, I heard the door slide shut and my purse hit the floor of the van.

Lying there, I whimpered as the van started and drove away.  I thought to myself, 'Why me?' as I lay there on the floor.  For the next ten minutes, the van drove turning, twisting, and jogging to and fro.  Even if I could, there was no way for me to tell where I was or where we were going.  I was at a loss as to what they, was there more than one, wanted to do to me.  I was frightened beyond belief.

A long time later the van stopped.  I heard the crunch of gravel under the tires as it came to a halt. My senses were reeling as the van door opened and my captor manhandled me over his shoulder.  I kicked and screamed as he walked. A hand landed a stinging blow to my buttocks surprising me.  After a split-second, I started kicking and screaming again. Another crashing blow to my ass shocked me to silence.

My captor walked for quite a way before stopping. Hearing a door open and then close I knew we were now inside and my captor had the upper hand.  All of a sudden, I was flying through the air.  I landed hard on a bed bouncing into the air to land hard again.  As I lay there, I could hear my captor roaming around wherever we were. Opening and closing doors and what I could only assume to be cabinets.

"Who are you?" I shouted.

"Shut up!" said a hoarse, raspy voice I did not recognize.

"Fuck you, now who the hell are you…" I didn't get to finish, as a stinging blow to my ass shocked me.

"You had better shut the fuck up if you know what's good for you."

I lay there, my ass hot with a slowly fading pain. Fright was now my companion. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I listened to my captor move around the room.  My mind raced with thoughts of what he was going to do to me or with me.  Several loud noises had me jumping out of my skin.  Then he was close to me.  I could feel the heat from his body as his hands roughly grabbed my arms.

I Married a Slut

I Married a Slut is now available from Smashwords.

I married a slut.  I know I married a slut.  I planned it that way.  She is a beautiful girl and I love her dearly.  She fulfills my every fantasy at my request.  She fulfills her every fantasy with my permission.  She is my soul, she is my inspiration, she is my wife and I love her dearly.
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I knew back in high school that I was a voyeur.  I liked to watch people having sex, not that I didn't like to participate I just liked watching it made the sex all the better.  There's not much chance to do that in high school but sometime after graduation on one particular double date, I got my chance and found my sweet slut.  Now don't get me wrong, I like sex just as much as the next person does.  I just like to watch before or during.

My buddy cheating on his girl friend, who just happened to live next door to me, brought about this date.  She was a petite blond with a knockout face and body.  My buddy was nuts.  He had a delightful little blond honey who simply adored him and he goes out and bangs some girlfriend of his sisters.  Well anyway, Jane was knocking on my door and I didn't know at the time that's what he had done.

"Hey, what's going on Jane?"

"Would you like to take me to the drive-in?"

My jaw dropped at her request.  I knew she was seeing my buddy but she was such a sexy and pretty girl.  She is that girl next door that all guys dream about having live there.

"Sure, let me get my coat," I told her, ducking back inside. 

I grabbed my coat and keys and out the door, I went.  I was on autopilot.  I opened her door, helping her in, then ran around to the driver's side and climbed in, backing out the driveway and driving away.

"Do you mind if we double date with Janice and Brad?"

"No, not at all, where are we picking them up?"

"At Janice's house, go up three blocks and take a right then two blocks, forth house on the left."

"Sure thing," I said.

We were there in three minutes.  Janice and Brad were waiting on her front porch.  I beeped the horn and they came running over to the car and climbed in the back seat on Jane's side.  I had a two door.

"One more stop and then we can go, is that okay?"

"Sure, no problem, where too?" I asked.

"Jimmy's."

My head buzzed and my heart started to pound as I put the car in gear and drove off.  It was twenty of the most agonizing minutes, I ever spent in a car.  Jane and Janice talked and carried on as if nothing was wrong.  Brad sat silently as I drove to my buddy's house.  As we pulled up Jane started to cry, his car was gone.  Well, not his car, his mothers, we were out of high school but just barely.  Everyone was over eighteen but had yet to start collage or go out and get a real job.  As the car stopped, Jane jumped out, ran up to the house, and knocked on the door.  Jimmy's mom answered and let her in giving her a hug and holding her there in the door for a minute.

"He is so fucking screwed," Janice said.

"All right, what's going on?" I asked.

"You don't know?  Jimmy is out with someone else tonight.  He was supposed to go out with Jane but called her and said he wasn't feeling well.  She didn't believe him, waited an hour and called back.  His mom told her he had gone out, she thought to see her," Janice told me.

"Holy shit!  Damn!" I beat the steering wheel as it sunk in.  "What an asshole."

"That's what I thought too," Janice said.

Long story short, Jane came out her eyes red from crying. I asked her if she wanted to go home, she said no.  I drove to the drive-in.

"Park way in the back in the dark corner," Jane said smiling shyly at me.

Now I knew you only parked back there if you were going to be getting it on, so to speak.  I shrugged my shoulders and slowly cruised down the last row of the lot.  I found a spot almost to the end of the row where we would have an empty spot on either side of the car.

"Perfect," Jane said, which rather shocked me. 

I grabbed the speaker and hung it on the partially rolled down window.  Jane moved over next to me, lifted my arm and snuggled in next to me.  The car had bench seats.  I placed my hand on her arm and gave her a little squeeze.