In an earlier narrative of mine, I had described how my friend Rajan had a torrid, illicit affair with a housemaid Padma, who as a result of their adulterous relationship, bore a child sired by him. This affair with the housemaid sharpened and enhanced Rajan’s sexual prowess making him an expert at lovemaking and whetted his appetite for sex with women other than his wife. As luck would have it, he was transferred to Pune by his company. Pune is a large town in Western India. He spent a hectic and frustrating six initial months, shuttling between ill kept rooming houses. As the weeks passed by, Rajan had no opportunity…

I had a restless night. The motel bed was fine, but thoughts of where the affair with Elle would now lead kept springing up in my head. My big problem…? She was a creation of my own making! It wasn’t that I’d forced any of this on her. Once I found out whom and what she was… it became a matter of suggestion, time, place and luck that had recast her into this “new” woman. In the two years since our affair had actually started, she’d gone from an innocent wife, mother and teacher… and transformed into an exhibitionist, sex toy and, for all practical purposes, a nymphomaniac. When I’d…

This is the first story I ever wrote, several years ago. This story is taken almost word for word from something I sent over an instant messaging service to a woman who was my Domme at the time, at her request and created from her original idea. As a crude copy and paste job, it overuses the ellipsis and comma and has other rather heinous writing flaws, I ask you to please excuse them for now. Eventually this scene happened in real life, although not exactly as described here. (Interestingly, I ended up in the dominant role in that relationship, but that’s a story for another time) * The time…

She was staying at our place, visiting from the West Coast. Late thirties, 5’9″ nice figure. She worked out regularly. I came home from work, midnight shift, and started cleaning up. I was just about to get into the shower, when she walked out of the front bathroom. She had on a long T-shirt, and some bikini panties that didn’t cover much. We talked for a few minutes, and she said the noise from my Harley woke her up. She said it reminded her of days gone by, when she used to get to ride a lot. I asked her if she wanted to ride some, and she said she’d…

This is a sequel to Donna in the Senior Year, Chapter 1 and Chapter 2, and also to Season’s Greetings. I wrote most of this several months ago and am just now finishing it. It’s a rather downbeat story but as I mentioned there will be further developments in another story beyond this one. ***** As I started my final semester in January 1977 my somewhat desultory college career at the City College of New York started to come together. I had always gotten good marks but I had drifted without direction while pursuing a B.A. in European history. During my senior year, I had considered getting a master’s degree…

Note: This is a sequel to my earlier “Theory and Practise”. You don’t have to have read that, but if you’re going to, you may want to read it first. * I was in bed with Nina when the phone rang. That wasn’t the plan, I should say; after all, I was expecting the call. But when Nina showed up in one of her bouncy moods and announced that she’d been reading in a book about oral sex, and there were some things she wanted to test — well, it would have taken a lot stronger man than me to turn her down. So I was naked and she (still…

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” I do. It’s all sweat and blood and falling and rising crest. Her skin’s sweet and smooth. Mine’s rough, old and hard. I have all flower of cock in her. She feels it opening her up, stretching her, making her anew. “How are you?” I ask from across the street. She smiles and waves. “I can’t hear you! Come over here!” I do. The walls peel. Sunlight is coming through, not through the windows, but through the walls. It’s only me. I’m imagining the rapture, the enlightenment. I don’t want to erupt, but I am. I’m spilling seed. Speaking in all kinds of languages. Come with…

Part 2: The Story Continues I told him that Zack was an excellent student and we really didn’t have any major issues to discuss. I went on how the discussions we were having would be the same issues that I would discuss with Zack’s mother when I met with her. We chatted about Zack’s performance and his participation in class and how well he got along with the others in his class and in the school. All the while I was speaking Mr. Bryan was being dutifully attentive often times staring at me intensely. When I finished going over Zack records and work I asked Mr. Bryan if he had…

I dated her frequently. Almost every day I had off found me over at her barracks waiting to pick her up to go out. Yes, she was military too; so was I. Just we were attached to separate units. Now been trying hard to fuck her since we met. Several times. During heated make out sessions, I thought I was going to have some success only to have her pull some stunt and leave me hard and dry. Then one day a guy in my platoon asked if I wanted to go in with them and share an apartment. I jumped on it as she had told me if I…

He watched his wife as she rose from the pool and admired her in the figure-hugging one-piece swimsuit. For a sixty year woman she still looked damned good and she still talked about keeping their relationship interesting. Sometimes he thought she meant shocking since she was as inventive about their sex life now as much as she was in their youth. Usually she wouldn’t have been wearing anything since they skinny-dipped in their own pool but they were at a friends for a summer barbeque so they were being nice for them. As he watched his wife and brushed back his white hair he frowned, there was something about her…