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*A WOMAN OF LETTERS*

Phillip awakened early the next morning. He had placed Nikki’s second letter on the nightstand next to the bed. He turned on the lamp that was there on the nightstand, sat up in the bed, and opened the letter.

“”My Dearest Phillip,”

“Your love means the world to me. You are the only trustworthy and honorable man I have ever known and I feel blessed that you are mine. You are wonderful in so many ways, but the fact that you are faithful, a “one woman man”, is the thing that I appreciate most about you. One of the other major reasons that I love you so deeply is that you really do understand me and my needs.” Continue reading »

*TOI STORY II *

Every time that Toi would appear, the sex got rougher and rougher. That’s the way Toi liked it. Phillip, early on in their affair, began to change. It seems that he started to realize what Toi was all about. What it was that she really needed. Toi was a slut who loves to be the “victim.” She loves to be tied up, bound, sometimes even gagged. She “gets off” when she is spanked. And how she loves it when a turned on vibrator is lightly oiled and inserted into her vagina or her tight little ass by her lover. She wants, actually needs, for Phillip to be rough and to talk dirty to her, telling her what a slut and a whore she really is! Phillip was apparently learning that behind closed doors, not all women appreciate Mr. Niceguy. Continue reading »

As torrid as our love affair began, I wish I could say it all started on a stormy night. But that would be a lie. And lying is one thing I promised not to do in the telling of our tale. He was a soul singer at a dark seedy nightclub called Green Eyes on Darling Street. Olive skin with the blackest eyes that night can give; his voice was like rose petals strewn down the hall leading to the bed and placed all over the bed sheets. And I loved him at first sight.

Nonsense, some would say, but I disagree. I think it was the half filled bottle of original Old Spice sitting on the piano that made my heart skip, because when I think of Old Spice, I think of a swimming hole with a rope on the tree at the edge of the hole. The image is warm and fuzzy, as comforting as the scent of Old Spice on a lapel. Continue reading »

Have you been lucky enough to play with the same partner long enough to establish a mutual trust? Well I have and believe me when I say that these encounters are phenomenal. I’ve been seeing a local lady for some time. We’re developed a trusting relationship and each understands the desires and wishes of the other. I email’ed asking if I could see her the following week. I agonized over the weekend looking forward to our time together while reliving past encounters. Needless to say, as the time neared, I was rife with desire. The evening before our tryst, I email’ed her the following: “Remember when I visited in your other place and I asked for the stockings? Do you still have them because I’d like to use them again, that is if you would also. I think I’m in a playful mood and would love to tease and torture you with passion. Think you’re up to it?” No reply. Continue reading »

Janet shielded her eyes from the sun. The bright light was blinding compared to the dimness of the plane. She was exhausted from the flight. Everyone else had left for Chicago yesterday and she had been put in charge of finding the lost luggage.

Letting out a sigh, Janet thought about the woes of being a tour manager.

It was exactly what she wanted to do but sometimes it could be trying. Especially when she was the glue that held the tour together. She did everything to making sure the equipment was where it was supposed to be to supplying the guys’ quirky little requests before each show. Continue reading »