Sheila thought about the day she met David on the beach during the summer of 1996. He was beautiful, and from the way he was looking at her that day she knew he thought the same of her. He had on a pair of swim trunks which, for some reason, would cling to everything inside of them when they were wet. Sometimes she thought she had an unfair advantage because she knew what she’d be getting before she had even gotten it. David was not the first man she had ever been with but he was definitely the best. He was so gentle that first time. Everything was perfect. The roses, the wine, he cooked dinner for her at his place and they made love until 3:00 in the morning. When she got out of bed he was cooking breakfast. Perfect. (more…)

“OH JOSH of course I’ll marry you!” Sophie exclaimed loudly as she threw her arms around Josh and hugged him tightly.

Grinning from ear to ear, she squeezed him tightly as his arms wrapped around her and lifted her from the ground.

“Thank you baby, you’ve just made me the happiest guy in the world!” Josh said ecstatically as he spun her around and then gently set her back on her feet in the lounge.

Sophie looked from the diamond engagement ring in her hands up to her loving boyfriend, now fiancée, and beamed with pure joy. (more…)

I take a drink from my bourbon and Coke as that night’s host of Saturday Night Live says the obligatory goodbyes with the cast standing around doing their little love fest. I set the drink back down and look over at Janice lying curled up asleep on the couch beside me.

“Janice. Wake up,” I say to her and she doesn’t move. I reach down and shake her leg.

“Jake home yet?” she mumbles, her eyes still closed and hands tucked under her head.

“No, but you go to bed. I’ll sit up and wait for him.” (more…)

Trish drove down to Sterling hall with not much difficulty. She had never been to the rich side of her neighborhood before, but found the house easy enough. Every home was beautiful she thought and each one bigger and better than the other. The streets were neat and clean and everything orderly. It was 2 pm in the afternoon. Her appointment with Jess James the erotic movie mogul was at 2.30 pm. Prior to this Trish had been just another poor student struggling to make ends meet and provide for her family. She had worked at a Strip club and it was there that Jess had spotted her and offered her the chance to star in his porn movies. Trish had seemed a little apprehensive at first. But when she realized Jess was indeed talking big money she had agreed. Of course she had to fuck him first. Trish had found Jess, fat, ugly and unclassy. He was wealthy but that was all that could be said about the man. He was 40+, married and divorced several times, short and really fat. Trish had found him revolting in the beginning, but as soon as she had seen his cock, short and really, really thick, she found the idea of fucking him more attractive. Plus the sluttiness of it all, the grossness of fucking an old man, so fat that his paunch hung out and wobbled as she rode his cock turned her on and she finally agreed to meet Jess and sign a contract for her first movie. (more…)

Tom opened his eyes when his brain registered that he was awake and hearing the traffic outside. Seeing only a dim fuzzy light, he batted the heavy blanket down and off his head and rolled over onto his back. He lay there for a few minutes, savoring the ability to sleep in, and then half-remembered an odd dream he”d had. His brow furrowed as he tried to remember. His roommate Melanie had been in it, he knew that. They had been hanging out in their pajamas watching television, and they”d been “snuggling” for some reason. He frowned. His relationship with Mel wasn”t like that. Weird that he would have that kind of a dream. Finally he rolled out of bed. (more…)

December 12, 193_,

My writing of these reminisces remains secret as I had planned; kept in a locked drawer of my desk between the times at which I add to them, they are safe from prying eyes. I can feel secure that they will be unread by anyone before the turn of the next millennium.

The very act of penning the first tale added to the joy of reliving the incidents in my mind and brought a warmth to me that I very much wish to continue. Thus I am beginning my second writing soon after finishing the first and sending it to my solicitors. (more…)