Show your Lines

After twenty plus years of marriage to my high school sweetheart, our marriage had become as dull as yesterday’s news, maybe last month’s news. And that’s probably an understatement. We both had become so complacent in our marriage to each other, that we both were clearly unhappy with our lives.

The main problem was that we both still loved each other, but had become less affectionate over time, and our love life had become almost mechanical. The fact that we still loved each other could also be a blessing in disguise if we were to reestablish the happiness that our marriage first started out to be many years ago. (more…)

She wanted to die, without him her life felt black and gray, like the sky. She sat in her little house looking out at the rain as it left icy trails down her window. She thought the tears on her face must look just like that, cold, wet rivers of pain. She wished someone would come and rescue her from herself. Rescue her from those dark feelings that invaded her head like parasites. She needed to be beaten, to be abused and hurt for the bad things she’d done and said to him. But it was too late for even that, he had had enough, he was done with her and her monthly tantrums that came as rhythmically as the tides and the phases of the moon. It had always been that way, she had known that, but she’d let down her guard and the blackness had come before she’d been ready. It overtook her, and she, in turn, overtook everything in her path, leaving behind destruction and the rubble of a once happy relationship. You’d think after all the years she’d been through this scenario that she’d learn to watch for it and compensate or at least isolate herself during those times, but she hadn’t. She understood why some cultures would have the women removed from their homes during their cycles, it was for the best. She had unleashed the fury and ruined her life…or so it felt. (more…)

“This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such. ”

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She lay there, draped over the chair, wiggling her ass to tempt me. She really wanted my hard cock in there, badly. That was obvious. I pulled her ass cheeks open with my thumbs, and she moaned. I’m sure she thought I was just about to shove my cock in there, but all I wanted was a look. (more…)

He lay on the white sheeted bed, relaxed, in his robe, hands behind his head. She knelt at the foot of the bed, legs wide, back straight, hands resting on her thighs, eyes downcast, but stealing peeks at him from beneath her lashes. She was naked, wet, and ready, like she always was for him. And now she was waiting for his permission. He almost seemed to be dozing; indifferent to her presence and her arousal. But she knew he missed nothing, he never did. She could smell her pussy, she was so wet, and she was sure he could too. Her mind began to wander. (more…)

“(Author’s note: This piece is just what the title says it is: a description of two people having sex with some mild BDSM as told from the man’s point of view: his thoughts and impressions. There’s no plot, no moral, and no pretense at redeeming artistic value, and if you’re looking for any of those, I suggest you go elsewhere. Sometimes you just want to knock off a nice, psychological piece of ass.) ”

From the dark van in the dark alley I can just see her leaving her building down at the end of the block, her hair hidden by a scarf, the belt of her raincoat tied tight across her waist. It has to be her. I know her address, and I’ve seen a couple of pictures of her. She’s walking fast but being careful to keep her shoes out of the slush, carrying herself proud and upright, even though I know her heart must be high in her chest if she’s followed my instructions and dressed the way I told her to under that coat. (more…)