Sex in Montpellier

I lived in Orlando but spent quite a bit of time in Cocoa Beach, so much so that I maintained an apartment there. I liked the name of the complex. It was called The Lovely Arms after a comic strip apartment complex in which Brenda Starr lived. I averaged spending a week a month there but sometimes the week would stretch into two or three weeks. The length of time was generally dictated by business but sometimes other interests kept me there.

I had a successful consulting business in the field of Organizational Behavior. A lot of my work was with companies at the Kennedy Space Center. The bad boy supervisors and managers of the various companies made me a lot of money advising on how to handle sexual harassment and hostile environment in the workplace cases. My job was not to get the bad boys off but to insulate companies from their bad boy’s behaviors. They would rather pay me exorbitant amounts of money rather than get a black mark on their record from NASA or the Air Force. (continue reading…)

Friday, May 19, 1:45 p.m. was a miserably hot, muggy day. Though it was still spring, it felt more like summer. We students in Professor Constance Dowdy’s political science class had begun to close our notebooks, signaling to the professor that whether or not she wanted class to end, it had. Our minds were already out the door and headed into a weekend.

“All right, class,” she said with obvious resignation, “That’s all for today. We’ll get back to our regular discussion on Monday. Mr. Lewis, may I speak with you for a moment, please?” (continue reading…)

“Author’s Note: This is a longish story with a lot of build up. While I personally find a long build up very erotic and seduction half the fun especially in this category; if you are looking for a story that plunges straight into the action, then this may not be the one for you. Enjoy.”

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As I waited for Michael to come home, my mind drifted over the last few months to that night in the fall when we had met for the first time. I had just returned, bone weary, from my job as a copywriter for a major ad agency. While I stripped off my work clothes and slipped into a T-shirt and PJs, I bemoaned the insane hours that my job forced me to keep. Or did it? In my more lucid moments, I knew that the hours were my own doing; that I took on more than I had to — to postpone having to return to an empty house. (continue reading…)

* “Authors Note:”

“A Weekend With Renata-Saturday”*” is the 2nd part of the trilogy sequel to my story “*”Renata Gets A Ride”*. ” I had intended for “*”Renata Gets A Ride”*” to be a stand alone story, but because of the number of readers it accumulated I’ve decided to do sequels because “hey I never know when to leave a good thing alone…” [chuckle] [chuckle]

“*”A Weekend With Renata”*” will be a trilogy of stories, “Friday”, “Saturday” and “Sunday”. Only now because of it’s length I the “Saturday” as 2 parts. I’ve split the “Saturday” story into “Saturday Morning” and “Saturday Nite” to keep the length of them short enough to read quickly. (continue reading…)

“Not a lot of sex but I hope you enjoy the story. A big thank you to LadyCibelle and Techsan for editing my story.”

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I’m not sure where to begin. I’m a CSI agent and thought I’d tell you about one of my cases. For those who don’t know; CSI stands for Crime Scene Investigations. Our agents are usually the second people on the scene. We’re right after the police or sheriffs department finish their initial walk through. It’s our turn to start taking in the evidence to help in anyway we can. We try to prove innocence or guilt on the evidence. (continue reading…)

Saturday May 24, 2003

1:15 PM

Brad stopped by to visit Tom. When he came into the house he squeezed Lisa’s hand as he kissed her cheek and then went upstairs to see Tom. Lisa followed Brad upstairs to see how Tom was feeling. It was obvious from the smile on Tom’s face he was glad to see Brad.

“I need to run out to the store to pick up a few things. I may as well do that now while Brad is here to keep you company,” Lisa said.

“I’ll be okay. I’ll only have five beers while your gone,” Tom joked. (continue reading…)

*Chapter Two: Dawn Surprises*

I woke the following morning with the granddaddy of all hangovers. It didn’t take me long to realise that I had been woken by the sound of a woman singing somewhere in the cottage. No amount of hiding under the duvet would dull the sound.

Then quite suddenly she burst into my bedroom carrying a breakfast tray, which she placed on the table by the bed and then she went over and drew back the curtains.

I deduced all this from the sounds and the sudden brightness in the room that was clearly visible through the duvet that I was still trying to hide under. (continue reading…)

For most of my life I have been a very light sleeper. I remember being awakened as a child every time my parents would make love. The first time I heard it I got scared and ran into their room only to find Dad on top of Mom just pumping away. Later on, as a teenager, I figured out what they were doing and would giggle every time they would wake me up with it.

In college I would wake up every time the guy living across the hall from me would get a phone call. Since his girlfriend worked a graveyard shift at a convenience store and would call him as she got home each morning, it became a problem. (continue reading…)

” I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement they always give me. As I’ve been known to fiddle with stories, after they’ve seen it. I take full responsibility for the content and any cock-ups in this story.

While I’m at it, I think from now on I’m going to thank all my friends out there, who write to me and encourage me to continue writing and posting these demented ravings of mine. Your emails are greatly appreciated. ”

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“Note from Slickman: I get so many requests for stories about hesitant wives but when it comes to swinging even the men are hesitant. Men think about it but when it becomes real are they really willing to let another man go at their wives? This is a story about two couples who have decided against a full swap but maybe they would like some messing around. I hope you enjoy it… All rights reserved. ”

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“Soft Swing means no penetration with anyone other than your own partner. Sometimes it means being able to touch and physically interact with others but with no penetration. It may or may not involve oral sex with others. People should be very specific about their boundaries and communicate it with potential contacts as well as agree as a couple what they are comfortable with each other doing. Sometimes it helps overcome the insecurity of jealousy in couples. As in all swinging situations, you choose your own boundaries to suit you, and it’s best to be as open about them as possible to ensure things don’t go further than you feel comfortable with.” (continue reading…)