*Part 2: Education*

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August 3. After this morning’s wake up call, this Saturday turned into a nightmare. The twins decided to hit the downtown shopping district, and I got to be their mule. Trinh’s Porsche was not that big on trunk space, so we made a run to my place to get clothes and personal effects, and came back with my VW Golf. Not the most stylish of vehicles, but it seated 5 when needed and the hatchback afforded plenty of trunk space. Apparently, the twins fully intended to fill my car to the max. After driving for a half an hour trying to find a parking garage that wasn’t full, we settled in and hit the streets. Part of me got a great thrill out of walking down the sidewalk with two absolutely gorgeous women. However, that thrill died down quickly once they had begun to really load me up with shopping bags. Also, since it would take too long to return back to the car after each load, I was forced to carry ALL the bags from one place to the next. Trinh told me it would build up my muscles. On the other hand, I very much enjoyed the girls modeling the latest Victoria’s Secret fashions for me. (more…)

“I don’t understand it,” Gem said with growing irritation. She checked her watch for the tenth time in three minutes. “The girls should have been here by now.”

“Relax, baby,” Ron purred in her ear. He had come up behind her as she stood looking out the window, and was now running a hand over her rounded butt cheek through the fabric of the short skirt she was wearing. Gem was five and a half feet tall, with long, honeyed hair, hazel eyes, full breasts and a body well-toned from regular exercise. Ron was a bit taller with blue eyes, brown hair and a beard close cropped to his face. He was lean and in good shape from years of martial arts practice. He leaned in to brush his lips over her neck as he said, “As far as I’m concerned you’re the only girl who needs to be here.” (more…)

*PART 3: Resolution*

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Tuesday morning. I really would have to bug Jimmy to invest in darker curtains. The morning sunlight was streaming in, almost painfully bright. The answering machine clicked off, Kelly’s message to me now complete. Ah, hell. That had been a mood killer.

Alana was coming fully awake now; her hand quickly finding my cock was also fully awake. She murmured dreamily, her cool fingers wrapping around my joystick as she absently pumped it while turning her head up to look at me. I just stared back at her, dazed, as I contemplated the situation I was in. (more…)

We were standing in line to register at the hotel when we first saw them. Six young men in Army Class A uniform lined up behind us. Being a veteran myself, I couldn’t help but look at their uniforms. What I saw impressed me. The Sergeant, 2 Corporals, and 3 Privates First Class all nodded at me as I looked them over one by one. Each had obviously seen combat duty, as they each wore various medals, awards, and decorations that can only be awarded in combat.

My wife, Lisa, is also a veteran, and she also spent several minutes checking out the 6 soldiers as we waited out turn in line. Being a little more outgoing than I am, she quickly struck up a conversation with the Corporal standing directly behind us. (more…)

One reality about being a man working at a bank now is that you’re generally surrounded by women. Women simply outnumber men in the retail finance industry these days, and everywhere I’ve worked in recent years the ratio of women to men was very high. That means as a man in that environment, regardless of your job title, you end up doing some rather menial tasks from time-to-time. After all, there aren’t that many people to compete for those gender-specific duties that require a male body. But don’t get me wrong, there’s definitely a lot of upside to the imbalance, too. (more…)

“This story occurs chronologically after “Inverted Nipple Solution,” which also features Marilyn. Though they are separate stories, since Mare has made considerable sexual progress by the time of this story, I’d suggest reading the other story first.”

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In college, I had a fuck-buddy Marilyn, a great personality who had very fair skin, blonde hair, big boobs, and a somewhat big but firm and round ass. She really liked to fuck, too. She had a friend, Jane, with a very assertive personality, whom I knew but not as well, who was a dark-complexioned brunette with a perfect athletic body–muscular but with curves, too, and super-pointy nipples. Since an acquaintance of mine had once dated her, I knew she loved sex and was an excellent lover. I’d wanted to bang her from the moment I first met her, but she had always had a steady boyfriend–one of those “serial monogamists.” She and Marilyn both liked to party–drink, smoke pot, and generally cut up. (more…)

*Chapter 10 – The Prospect of Sleeping Alone*

A man walks into a bar…

Nothing unusual in that. He’s walked into this particular bar practically every night. Tonight though, there’s a difference. Sabine is away.

She has a modelling assignment in Manchester. Not a very glamorous assignment, it should be said, just catalogue work but it pays the bills. This will be their first night apart in – how long have they been together? Ten weeks is seventy nights, plus two ‘coz it’s Wednesday. This would have been their seventy second night together. (more…)

“*To the reader*: what you are about to read is the ramblings of an “older” man who is currently spending a good bit of his time adjusting to the realization that the number of years in which he will continue to be sexually active is decreasing rapidly. As he reaches his 64th birthday this summer, he understands that not only will his physical capabilities begin to suffer, but the actual availability of willing partners will also begin to wane.

His marital situation – 40 years wed – has done nothing to satisfy his desires, as his wife is one who was brought up in her early years to believe that sexual relations were a bare necessity and nothing else. They are necessary for “wifely duties” during the first few years of a marriage and they are necessary for “reproduction purposes” during the period of time when it is convenient to produce a family. But, in her way of thinking, there is simply no other reason to engage in any sort of physical relationship after a family is produced. Nothing that this older man could do or say within the past 40 years has had any impact on her mind-set. He has, therefore, sought physical comfort and solace outside of the marriage. (more…)