PART 3: THE RESOLUTION
Jillian picked up the phone and dialed the number her husband had
given her. The number was that of his Mistress Marquesa.
She had to talk, to find out what was going on with her husband, to
see why her world was suddenly turning upside down. She was nervous, and
didn’t know what she wanted to say. Nor did she know what to expect. Read more…
PART 2: THE BEGINNING
Jillian Hill was looking forward to her third anniversary dinner with
her husband, Jackson. She had planned it carefully, and made all the
arrangements far in advance. She and Jack were going to eat at their
favorite restaurant and night spot, the Lost World. The music there was
always nice, the light was low and the drinks were potent. Read more…
I was delighted to get a call from my brother. Well to be accurate he is my non-identical twin. When we were growing up together we were inseparable. As teenagers we began to grow apart somewhat. He was stockier than me and excelled at Rugby, while I preferred Football, or what our American friends would call Soccer. We were both a bit too old to play, but usually we would spend the weekends in front of the TV watching our respective sports. It was summer now. The football and rugby union season were over for another year. We would usually meet up in the summer, and regress back to our student days when we used to drink vast quantities of booze and smoke an unhealthy number of cigarettes. Read more…
SILKY SATIN SEX -THERAPY (AKA VENUSIA’S SECRETS)
Go to a sex therapist! That’s what my very on or off girlfriend Serena said I should do to make her more on than off.
Everything was fine until problems at work and other nagging worries a few weeks ago joined with Serena’s sudden, unexplained absences. Now my “Love wand” appeared to be waning. This had happened in the dim and distant past. Things would start fine, then ZZZZZZZAP!!! off went the power and on came the stress and “Deflation”. And even when it worked better it would peak way too early. The more I thought about it the worse it got. According to my doctor, everything was supposed to be ok physically though. Read more…
He couldn’t believe it. He did not know what was wrong. His virtually brand spanking new, state of the art {fully loaded with all the latest bells and whistles}, high-end computer system’s processor and hard drive were frustratingly slower than an elderly half-dead slug crawling sideways through molasses, superglue, and hardening cement. The CD tray kept opening and closing on its own. All these and other intermittently tormenting nagging nuisances had bedeviled him since he’d followed her suggestion. His very mysterious, bewitching new lady neighbour had told him to link to a site known as “soothing slumbers” when he said he suffered from insomnia. The only reason he’d told her about his sleeping problem was because he hoped that opening up a little would help him get in good with this charming woman he wanted so much. The know-it-all part of his conscience mercilessly chided him unstoppably. “That’s what you get for taking a woman’s advice just because you want to get in good with her. Next time, don’t let your sex drive do your brain’s job.” Read more…
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