Sex in Montpellier

“I have written a few stories. Mostly I have received positive and encouraging response from the readers, but some have expressed their disapproval of my bad command of the English language. Living in a country where we have two domestic languages combined with the need of a third language not being English, the result is that there are some flaws in my English. Therefore I can only apologize for the mistakes I make. Still I like to write in English - isn’t that a way to improve your command of the language? ” (continue reading…)

On June 22, 1975, “Jaws”, the first summer blockbuster movie, opened nationwide in 409 theaters. Earlier that day, under a dazzling blue sky filled with great puffy white clouds looking like immense sheep dogs at play, I packed my 1971 Ford Pinto with a sea bag stacked full of uniforms, a duffel bag filled with neatly folded civvies and several cardboard boxes of books. Twenty minutes later, I parked in front of a house out past the greyhound track in the rural fringe of Orange Park, Florida. My buddy and I were renting the place for a third of what we expected to pay. (continue reading…)

*”The Inevitability Of It All…”*

“EDITED BY:

Miriam Belle

CREATIVE CONSULTANT:

Simply_Cyn

Author’s Note:

“When they have you by the balls, they really know how to squeeze…”"

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It was around one in the morning when I opened my eyes. At first, I was a little confused as I slowly focused on the strange room around me. I felt a brief moment of panic as I registered I was not in my own room. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I remembered where I was. Sheila was spooned behind me, her thighs tucked up behind mine as she caressed my shoulder. Her breath was hot and wonderful on the back of my neck. The combination of her exotic perfume and the scent of her hair made me feel so content as I smiled in the dim light of our room at the Freeling Hotel. (continue reading…)

I went in and called Judy Watson as soon as Lenny and Shirley left. The phone rang several times before she finally answered, sounding somewhat out of breath. Her ‘caller ID’ told her it was me calling and she answered, saying, “Recovered from last night, Lover? I have and it’s been so much fun, if you know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t know what that means, you’ll have to clue me in.” I heard her giggle.

“Why, lover, I’ve had last night on the brain all day and I’ve just had to…you know…take care of business a couple of times. My poor kitty has been so wet I’ve had to change my panties several times. I finally just left them off. Now, are you calling to say you’ll be over tonight?” (continue reading…)

As I lowered my denims and breeches, I felt the cool, dark air assault my previously unexposed area of the body. I felt anxious.

She was facing away from me, now, clad only in her blue, satin panties with their white, lace, trim. She had her right knee drawn up trying to remove her white, thigh-high stocking, using the nightstand to steady herself. Her body was composed of fair skin, a relatively flat abdomen, substantial, weighty breasts which undulated mightily while she performed even the most delicate of movements. Her sturdy hips providing the framework for her full backside which — although perfectly proportionate to her voluptuous body — would have been out of place on a younger, lesser woman. (continue reading…)

It is amazing how many things can go wrong with a house if not given constant attention. I spent most of five weeks just making the rounds of the worst or most annoying of those problems. In order to give me more time to work on them, I started spending some nights at Nadine’s. I may not have actually gained time for the projects but I was certainly happier with my sex life and she seemed to be delighted to have my arms and body to snuggle into and sleep next to. I think I gave her something of a feeling of protection and I noticed that there were very few times when I awoke that she was not still lying very close to my body. (continue reading…)

Oh, what a day! First it was the usual stuff; high humidity caused a bad hair day. Then my car wouldn’t start, and I had to wait for the auto club which made me an hour late for work. Of course I snagged my hose getting out of the car, and after all of that effort my client canceled, and I could have stayed home.

Liz came into my office bearing coffee. “Mrs. Fox, Mr. Garner wants to see you at eleven since your day is now free,” Liz said.

“Do you know what he wants?” I said.

“No, but he didn’t seem too happy,” she responded. “Mr. Henderson was in to see him before he called for you.” (continue reading…)

Returning to camp from a trip to the town on a Saturday evening late. I took a short cut through back lanes and came across this big black Austin Princess car with its front wheels in a ditch. The driver slumped over the driving wheel and out for the count.

Oh! I knew the car well, for I used to drive this particular car and the new driver was Sergeant Murphy; the bastard who had dropped me in the shit for taking a gallon of petrol. He envied me driving the general’s car and I had fallen straight into his hands. I had been reduced to Corporal and taken of the VIP’s drivers list because of this bastard. (continue reading…)

When he died she thought her world had come to an end. He was only 42,the same age as herself and he had battled with his illness bravely for the past 6 years. She had been the devoted wife, nursing him, caring for him, always there for him.

He had been her first real boyfriend. They had grown up together in a quiet country village, dated and then married and lived all their married life on his family farm.

Their lives were quiet and uncomplicated. Devoted to each other. Their courtship was traditional and their was no question of sex before the wedding night. He was always gentle and they quickly settled into a routine, enjoying each others bodies every 2 to 3 weeks. she never knew nor wanted anything more. Even in the past 6 years as his illness meant no physical pleasure she put it out of her mind and banished any small lingering need she felt. (continue reading…)

Lord Anthony Millhaven of Beechwood leaned indolently against the door jamb of the rear saloon at Lacy Eliza’s mansion watching as the Lady ‘M’ nervously sipped at a clear alcoholic beverage – gin he guessed, her agitation obvious as she squirmed on the over stuffed printed fabric sofa. She stared straight ahead completely lost in her thoughts and Tony took advantage to peruse her closely. Unlike the austerely beautiful Duchess ‘D’ and the strangely attractive Mrs. Phillips, Lady ‘M’ – Matilda was everybody’s picture of a favourite aunt and a country one at that. She had close cropped curly silver hair, pinkish cheeks and was dressed in a floral dress more suited to gardening than a social evening. Nonetheless, she filled it out quite well. While her age was indeterminate – somewhere in her fifties he guessed, she had retained quite a curvaceous figure being broad of hip, narrow of waist and expansive of breast. From his ninety degree angle from her, her titties stuck out from her chest a good six to eight inches in some sort of holder that was well packed. (continue reading…)