First Movement – Adagio He laid her gently down on a woodland weave of bluebells and long grass, her black hair and pale flesh stark against a vibrant palette of color. A pale blue butterfly floated down, carried by the cool summer breeze and perched on a stem of grass above their heads. They watched it briefly, as it too seemed to stare in awe and wonderment at nature’s beauty, before it lifted its wings and was lost in the glare of the sun cascading through the canopy of the trees above. Their attention returned to each other, as they lay gazing into each others eyes, their perfume mixing with…

“So when is Abby getting here?” asked Dallas. “In 10 minutes. Now put some real pants on, not those sweatpants.” said Rachel. Rachel was making dinner for them and her old college friend, Abby, who was coming to stay with them for the week. “I haven’t seen her in 3 years and I don’t want her to think I’m living with a slob.” They continued to cook and clean until Abby knocked on the door. They came to the door and opened it. “Abby!! It’s so good to see you!” said Rachel, and they hugged each other. “It’s been so long, I feel like so much has happened!” said Abby.…

A while ago, in between wives, I winged my way around Texas, hopping about in my little Grumman Cheetah the way I used to do on my motorcycle. Only faster. I landed to refuel at a little airport not far from Killeen. The woman behind the counter was… Well, she wasn’t young. Not that I have anything at all against young women. My right seat had carried a number of adorable little butts in it. This adorable butt was older than mine by a decade. Mid-fifties I would guess, and tightly clad in perfectly creased Wranglers. She was exquisite. She had gray-gold hair with eyes to match, and for a…

The idea crept up slowly. It made her tingle when it became crystallized in her mind. She wanted to be ridden like a horse. It was a special and strange desire, one that is a little demeaning but not in her case; not the way she envisioned it. She wanted to be a horse only in private for her lover. She wanted it to be done playfully and in a way that was satisfying to both people involved. The problem was that she was an obese concubine. She saw herself as an uninviting hag and her guy had to be this young perfect stud. It was The Special Club-an online…

The secretary led her into the room and sat her upon the couch. “When Mr. Goodsmith comes in, you’re to do whatever he tells you, no exceptions. The reason you’re here is for his pleasure,” Mr. Goodsmith’s personal assistant paused and looked at Ashlyn. “If he’s unsatisfied you’re out of a job.” She looked sheepishly up at the older woman, her lower lip quivering slightly the way a person’s does when they meet their personal idol. This woman had the life Ashlyn wanted: successful, independent, and young enough to still be a fox! She must be almost forty but her breasts were still firm under her button-up shirt and her…

Author’s Note: My apologies to the long-suffering editors, and dear readers. In my haste to post, I duplicated half of the story, and cut out the last half. I hope that those of you who were dissatisfied get the opportunity to read how it was meant to finish. My stories tend to have a long fuse, so this is not for the impatient; I do believe that the story eventually delivers the goods. A final caution, this story does have restraints, but it is all consensual, and frankly it is for fun, not pain. As always, I love the feedback, and respond to each feedback that you provide. Thank you…

Chapter 51 The Rendezvous Bernie Grunfeld paid the cabby and went quickly through the black wrought iron gate and down three steps to the front walk, fishing in her handbag for the keys. She unlocked the front door and then the inside door, shutting each of them carefully behind her. She crossed the beige Oriental rug in the foyer to the elevator, got in and punched the “5” on the scale of six, and leaned back against the handrail at the rear of the car. She clamped her legs together and for the first time since leaving her office, allowed herself to smile. After deactivating the digital alarm system inside…

Men flirt with me and I know when they undress me with their eyes, but none have been so bold as Walt. His advances surprised and thrilled me. But was I that kind of girl? My husband and I don’t have sex often any more, bless his heart. I’m not the kind of wife to cheat, but Walt had put me in a fog of passion. The next day, I had to decide what to do. Should I pretend it never happened and avoid contact with that naughty boy? Or should I return? I argued with myself all morning. I still felt the tingling between my legs, and for the…

After an extremely contentious and miserable 15-year marriage, I wasted little time getting an online dating subscription so that I could safely sample the fruits of the dating world—and perhaps start a relationship that would eventually turn into satisfying and mutual love. I needed to be loved. I really needed it. And I had so much to give a kind, secure, gentle man who would see my love as a gift and not as a resource to be consumed, as had my husband. And some killer sex along the way, I mused, would be a bonus, considering that my angry and sad marriage had been without affection for more than…

I am a systems and procedures analyst and a damn good one. Now, I know you are thinking: ‘What a boring job!’ Well, since I am self employed it is not really a job and also maybe not boring the way I do it. The latest system I analyzed is an illegal drug acquisition and processing center. My analysis focuses heavily on the cash flow side of the operation. I then use the information gained from my systems analysis. When the amount of cash on hand is expected to have reached a practical maximum, I attack a weak point [actually several weak points] in the operation and, in the vernacular,…