A Better Man Than I

"You downloaded that app three months ago! Aren't you ever going to use it?" Jessica asked as she sat her son down in the playpen next to my daughter. She gave me this look like I was the crazy one, like I had truly lost my mind. "Well, it's hard for me..." "That's the point! You need something hard besides vibrators and cucumbers up there or you're going to go crazy!" She said picking up her wine glass from the table, drained it, then refilled. I've been divorced for a year and a half, and yet somehow, despite how damn stupid it sounded, it felt like cheating. Not that I could tell Jessica that. Not that I needed too. We'd been friends since junior high, we could read each other like children's books. "Look, we both downloaded the app and agreed to use it. I've already had six different guys. It's your turn." I gave her an incredulous look, "You've had sex six times already?" "What am I a

A kind and very brave writer who I respect immensely gave my first story a once over. He didn't mention giving up his dinner after reading it. So, I guess it is safe for human consumption. Have you ever written something and then wondered why it seems like déjà vu all over again? <><><><><><> John sat behind the desk in his executive office at ACME Record Company anxious to hear his new writing talent pitch his new song. Signing him to a salaried contract came at a great risk especially with the bonus that came with its inking. Songwriters are a dime a dozen, but the young man had already penned a monster hit as an independent. No guts, no glory. How much of John's guts spill out remains to be seen. The writer started his pitch. "My new song is very personal to me. It's about the breakup with my wife. She was from the influential Thorne family. Her name was Rosemary as were all the other girls in the family. It's similar to all

I was afraid of being stopped the entire trip back to Chris's. I lived there and I couldn't think of it as my home. Driving naked always made me worry that a cop would stop me. And since I had to be naked getting home, there was no way I could cover up. I am sure someone saw me. I didn't notice, but it must have happened. Once I arrived, I went in. I didn't have to strip, so I got on my hands and knees and crawled to Chris who was watching TV in the den. He had a grin on his face. Snapping his fingers, he pointed to a dildo in the middle of the floor. "Ride that and report the whole thing. Love the tags." I still had the words Zane had written on my body. I had forgotten them in my horror of driving here. "Yes Master." I crawled over and lined my sore ass up with the dildo. Squatting down on it, I had the saddening realization that even without lube the fairly large dildo went in without much resistance. Then I began to talk. Chris switched off the

Part I: I met a traveler from an antique land It was a pleasant early May Saturday morning in suburban Houston, sunny but still in the seventies, a welcome gift before the blast furnace heat of "Texas in Summer" hits. At about 10:30 AM I walked out the front door of our typical "gated-community" house, intending to get my bicycle and head over to our community pool to swim my laps. Despite having been underweight most of my life, I had put on the middle age pounds, and at 45 was really trying to lose them. My knees couldn't take running, so I started a three times a week swimming regimen. Our home, in the Sugarland area southwest of Houston, is only a single story, as Leah and I married too late to have kids, so we didn't need two stories. It's middle and slightly upper-middle class families paying mortgages between $250,000 and $600,000. Our neighborhood is very diverse, reflecting the nearby jobs in oil and gas, hospitals and higher learning institut

Chapter 29 - Councilwoman Rogers Eveline was not really a politician before she won the election. She really did not even consider herself a serious candidate. As far as she was concerned, running for office was nothing more than a publicity stunt that her boss had set up to bring notoriety to her modeling career. Well, now she was a public official. Not just any public official, but the first full-time nudist public official ever elected in the US. She was now a public figure, with a lot of media attention directed towards her. If I don't watch what I'm doing, this can go really bad. Really, really, bad. Eveline was obsessed with doing everything she could to avoid looking stupid. It wasn't just the notoriety of being first nudist politician in the US. Her fear went much deeper than that. She was convinced that stupidity ran in her family, based on the fact that her mother and brother were both in jail for being idiots. She would avoid being stupid at all costs, and she

As we enter the darkened room, the familiar feel of butterflies begins to flutter in my stomach. My palms begin to sweat, and my breath starts to hitch in my chest. But in spite of, or perhaps because of my nervousness I can feel a familiar tingle in my pussy and a wet warmth starts to seep out from between my lips, making my thighs slick. My outfit tonight, the one He picked out for me to wear to this hotel bar, makes me feel sexy and confident. Hopefully, I can keep my confidence and please Him by being a good little slut for Him. I am wearing a flowy emerald blouse which is low cut and shows off my pale, ample cleavage. The long, tight black pencil skirt hugs my hips and frames my ass, holding my legs tightly and forcing me to take dainty steps in my tall black heels. Underneath my clothes I am wearing only nylons and a garter belt, and a lacey black bra that lifts and presents my breasts like gifts on a platter. I can feel the smooth silk of my blouse sliding over my exposed nipp

So I was going to hire this young fella to help me in social media marketing and we get on a zoom call and he is not wearing a shirt and he has this beautiful butterfly tattoo on his chest and I immediately fall in love. The way his nipples were incorporated into the design just made me melt. Of course my body language gave me away and maybe my language was a bit aggressive or suggestive, maybe it was the tone of my voice I don't know. I was just mesmerized by his Beauty and all I could think of was licking those sexy nips. Well, like 2/3rds way through the conversation he signals to me that he is not gay, and I turn beet red. I am a photographer and I offered to take pictures of him at his place and he responded that it was ok but he was not gay. That was kind of forward at made me realize I was a little bit too obvious. Never mind, I would still get to work with him and that was good enough for me. I loved him or at least lusted him and so I didn't mind as long as I could b