“Okay” I grumbled to my wife as the valet opened the door and handed me a ticket. “Tell me again how long we have to stay.” She rolled her eyes and glared at me. “At least until the end of the auction” she said in a clipped tone. “That means a couple of hours. Surely you can find enough people to talk to or things to do for such a brief period. I can’t leave earlier than that.” We walked into the party together and I took our coats to the checkroom. When I came back, my wife was surrounded by six people and was chatting away. I caught her…

My name is John; I just got back from Iraq where I was stationed with my buddy, Jim, who’ll be discharged in another month. He made arrangements with his mom for me to stay with her and his two little sisters, who were 19 and 18 years old, until he gets home; then we’re going to get a place together. I met his family a couple years ago when he brought me home on leave with him. I actually lived about 150 miles from them, but I don’t have much to go home to, so I thought I’d live here for a while. Jim said living with his mom for…

At the last minute the evening before, she found out that she had to fly cross country for an important meeting with a client. She was actually thrilled; because that meant an over night trip, and perhaps she could visit her old lover while she was in town. Her meetings finished up just after noon, and she texted him letting him know she was in town and wanted to get together. Missing her dearly, he was thrilled at the opportunity to spend time with her. He let her know that he would come home from the office early around 3:00, and if she got there before him just to let…

Barbara was having a restless night. She had been up twice since we had fallen asleep and was having a hard time getting comfortable. I glanced at the clock, it was a little after 4 am. Her back was to me and I moved to spoon with her, my limp cock against her ass and my arm draping over her to rest on her tits. “Sorry I am keeping you up. I just cannot get comfortable tonight.” “No problem, I understand. Is there anything I can do to help you?” “Holding me is nice.” I nestled in behind her, my hand resting at the top of her stomach under her…

I want to give special thanks to AlabasterThighs for her assistance in transforming the rough draft into a finished story. Her insights and eye for detail are an invaluable asset in my creative process. * * * I usually spend Saturday morning relaxing around the house, watching TV and doing any odd jobs that need to be done. But this morning I loaded my golf clubs in the trunk of my car and told my wife that I was going to Doral to play a round with a client, and that I would be back later in the afternoon. I arrived at Sharon’s hotel room just before 9:00 a.m. I…

The day was just another regular sunday. We left late in the morning, running all the week’s errands in one day. The drycleaner, the grocery store, the liquor store for some merlot, and then back. We laughed together, and generlly looked like the happy couple we are. We ducked, ever so briefly, into a rally for one of my clients, simply making the obligatory appearance. I stick around long enough for my candidate to see me, give her an approving smile as she fires up the crowd for the speaker to follow, and take your hand. I notice all the approving looks that you’re getting, and whisper softly into your…

All characters in this short story are over 18 years of age. *** It’s October. It’s been raining all day in that shitty, gloomy way that passes for a normal day in England, and while it’s not going to freeze or anything, it’s cold and miserable, and most importantly, it’s a ‘not married’ night. Lucy’d told me so right after her friend left, and we’d had a huge row over the mess left after the painting. In my marriage, that means several things. Firstly, it means she’s in a shit mood with me. She’s livid about something or other, probably the way I painted the kitchen ceiling, some snide remark…

A shy young woman working as a computer systems developer, Narelle feels more comfortable at a keyboard than with people. She tries not to draw attention to herself and likes everything to be nice. A frustrating and unfulfilled need led to seeking Doctor Love’s help. Narelle’s story is a journey of self-discovery and transformation to the woman she longed to be. I never would have believed I’d see my story in print. Thank you both so much. Narelle. I anguished over the decision to visit the Practice and see Doctor Love. I’d thought about it for months and searched the Internet desperately looking for what I wanted. I dreaded the…

I am in lust with a man I haven’t even met yet. I have talked to him online, and on the phone, but never in person. Today is going to change all that. I stand here, outside the hotel, trying to peer into the lobby to see if I can see him in there. The blood is pounding in my ears, as I think of our talks. This man, who has made me cum time and again with his soft-spoken commands, is right inside those doors. My heart is telling me to move closer, to open that door, and meet the object of my desire. My head is telling me…

I received a call from my old friend Terri. She told me she was engaged to be married to a man named Scott. She said, “Erin, you have to come over and meet Scott this weekend.” Terri and I had fell out of touch for a few years. She just called me out of the blue. I arrived at their apartment that Saturday evening. Terri greeted me at the door with a hug. She looked the same as I remembered her. Scott then came to the door. He was everything Terri said he was. Scott was tall and handsome, and he gave me a big hug also. We were all…