“My thanks to Mike Black for his editing skills!”

My summer had started off with my divorce being finalized, but I wasn’t going to let it get me down. I parked in the most beautiful, secluded spot I could find and started setting up camp. It didn’t take long since I’d done it many times before. I got the RV in the divorce. It was small, but comfortable, with a running shower and toilet, two luxuries I preferred when “roughing it.” I pulled my ‘63 Jag behind it for trips to restock and to tour the countryside. I loved camping and never thought anything about going alone. I’d been alone for several months, ever since my husband left, but I loved the outdoors and camping was a passion, and I was determined that being single wouldn’t keep me from doing what I enjoyed. (more…)

We had dreamed and hoped for this chance for more than a couple of years. Our dreams, our wishes to spend a weekend together without the kids and most importantly our respective spouses had finally become a reality.

Tammy and I had known each other for a few years. We met unexpectedly on the Internet and began a conversation that would soon turn into friendship and then from just that to wanton lovers.

We had often talked about the two of us being able to get away from our humdrum lives and spend some time, if only for a weekend, together, exploring each other in as many perverted sexual acts as possibly could be done in only a couple of days. (more…)

The late morning sun is already hot and the air so still that it barely moves the lace-like branches of the tamarisk. Only the third day into their Aegean idyll. A vacation for the senses, that was the mutual promise.

Eleven fifteen. “About time for my walk,”Jason says.

“Hmmm,” Miranda replies dreamily from under her broad rimmed hat. “Where will you go?”

“Back uphill and around the cove. Must be a nice view from that chapel up there.”

She raises her head, tips back the brim of her hat. “Think so?” The white chapel tips the arm that encloses the north side of the cove. She sees a small lizard scuttle over the hot rocks. (more…)

The “Empire Builder “was late leaving Chicago but the train was by no means crowded. The conductors had divided the passengers among the four coaches and Sharon had her choice of several whole seats. She popped her shoes off and tucked her feet underneath her legs and watched the train staff and station crew on the platform. The men and women who worked for Union Station were clad in reflectorized vests and hard hats and weighty tool belts that made them waddle when they walked. The people in Amtrak’s employ all wore ties and jackets; even the women, Sharon noted. The Amtrak people glided across the platform. (more…)

It’s 1987, I am going to be 20 soon. Married, no kids, mortgage on a great little unit in South Perton. Ready to start my new job in an inner city library which I’ve been hoping will be a far cry from the suburban one I have been working at since leaving school four years ago. I’ve a new wardrobe for this new position, and I am pretty impressed by it.

I’m going for a professional look, and for my first day I thought my knee length houndstooth pencil skirt with the buttons down the back would be perfect. A satiny blouse, black stockings and high heeled black shoes. The perfect librarian look. Conservative but attractive. Even though I’m not a librarian! Clerk, ok, but I want to look the part, make a good impression. (more…)

In the cold gray light of dawn, Michael woke with the agony of another throbbing headache. Placing his hand on his sweating forehead, he muttered under his breath, “Damn, damn, damn. I hate being sick.”

With a sigh, he crawled out from under the covers, careful not to wake the sleeping angel on the other side of his bed. Her full name was Angela, but she would always be an angel to him. Stepping softly, he made his way to the medicine cabinet to see what drugs he still had in stock. There wasn’t much there. Fortunately he was not one to get sick often; unfortunately he didn’t get drugs often, but there was a box of Tylenol. Swallowing two, he crept back to the bed, hoping that his illness was not going to ruin the plans they had made for the weekend. (more…)

“You’re sure you never have?”

“Positive.”

“I mean, not even a little touching when you were a young girl? Or maybe some time when you were half asleep?”

“Nope.”

I was having a difficult time believing that my wife of seventeen years had never masturbated. “You know, I do it all the time.”

“I guessed as much. But it’s different for you–you’re a guy.”

“Why is it different?”

“Guys are…well, so horny.”

“You don’t get horny?”

“Well…sometimes.”

“And…what do you do?” (more…)

Spring Summers was sitting on her front porch enjoying the warm spring evening. When she was born her parents thought the name Spring was perfect for her as she was born on the first day of spring.

She lived on the end of a dead end road with only two other houses close by. Dillon Bonner lived across the street from her and further up the street Mr. & Mrs. Cassin”s lived.

For over a year Spring had watched a bevy of beauties come and go from Dillon”s house. Each one looking like some model right off the fashion magazines covers. (more…)

*No Controlling Legal Authority Ch. 28: Courtroom Christmas Part 2*

*Courtship Caleb Style, or Anne Pleads Her Case*

Caleb allowed her to lead him from his office into the courtroom adjoining his office. The door closed behind them, and she paused while her eyes adjusted to the light. He reached for the light-switch, but she stopped him saying, “Don’t, please, we’ll be able to see well enough in a minute,” so he stood quietly in the muted light, listening to her breathing, and wondered if she could feel the weight of the room’s history on her shoulders as he always did. (more…)

I was sitting in the staff restaurant spending lunch time, as I often did, with a colleague from another department, Dot Masters, a very fanciable forty-something lady whom I had known, not in a biblical sense unfortunately, for many years. We had both successfully worked our way up through the company into responsible positions over the years, and we now headed our own departments. But this success had come at a cost; I had divorced some years before, Dot fairly recently. Yet colleagues is what we had remained, and our friendship did not extend outside working hours. (more…)