Haitian Love Stories Ch. 06

"Deal, but you stay with me tonight." Holly's text that morning had been one short sentence, but it said a million things to Erica and I. Firstly, it meant I would be sleeping with another woman for the first time since we had got married. Not, to be clear, the first time I'd be having sex with another woman, but the first time I had stayed apart from Erica. Secondly, before that, I'd be fucking another co-worker, as part of their bargain to cover a shift. Also, for the first time, it would be a woman I liked, rather than one of Erica's friends, who would join us in the bedroom the next day. Erica admitted to being a little nervous - always before, the other women had been friends of hers, and although often they'd been apprehensive about being with another woman as it had a first for several of them, they'd been comfortable with Erica, which had eased their own worries. Holly was another matter. She didn't know Erica, indeed they'd only met

This is the 11th in a series of chapters about Melissa, a young woman who brings her boyfriend home to meet her family at their remote Eastern Oregon ranch and learns that while she has been away at college her father, Luke, and Mother, Lisa, have adopted a swinging lifestyle. Melissa and her boyfriend, Jamie have joined right in with her parents liberated style. It will be helpful to have read the prior chapters. It was getting on towards the end of the day on the Ranch. Lisa and Melissa had finished the irrigating and were debating what to cook for dinner, expecting Luke and Jamie to return shortly from their trip over to the family's ranch near French Glen. They were walking up from the barn toward the house when Lisa's phone pinged and she saw a message from Luke. "Looks like the boys are not coming home tonight. Luke says there is more he wants to show Jamie tomorrow, up in the grazing allotment on Steens Mountain where the cows are running this summer." Her p

Staying inside my Honda overnight, without knowing what Laurent was up to with my drunk fiancée, was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. I was up at first light, waiting for the text inviting me to return to my room. Finally, at almost 8am, Irene messaged me saying that the coast was clear, and I rushed back to my rented accommodation. To my relief, Irene was alone, and seemed to be none the worse for wear from her night out. She was lying on my bed, wearing just a silky babydoll and matching panties. As she sat up to kiss me, I noticed that she was also wearing a very feminine silk hair accessory in her long reddish hair. She winced with pain as she sat up, and immediately laid back on her side. I sat next to her and put my arm on her shoulder. "Are you okay, Irene?" I asked, nervously awaiting her answer. "I am sorry, baby," she said quietly, guilt written all over her face. "What happened last night?" I asked, once I realized that she was

This story is 100% true. The names have changed to protect the guilty... lol I had been divorced for about a six months and living on my own with a few sex partners but that's another story. Michele was my co-worker and at first I did not get along with her. I was working for a non-profit agency in a large metropolitan area on the east coast. Michele had transferred to our office from another office of the same agency. She was promoted as the office manager. She was not my boss but we had to interact often. Like I said before we did not get along. Then it dawned on me why. She reminded a lot of my ex-wife. Her walk, her clothing style, mannerisms, even the way she laughed. yuck...! When I realized this, things began to change between her and I. I admitted my feelings to her and she understood. So we made a truce to start all over and we did. A few months later she had significant problems in her marriage and she confided in me about them. At the same time I was living part time w

It's Wednesday. My treat on Wednesdays is to have a coffee in front of the city council, at the cart that is placed in the central square. Walking down the main avenue, past the old jetty and away from the crowds, turning on my iZooma to interact with the stories and the news while sitting in front of the beach and drinking my coffee. It is a hidden place from tourists which in summer fill the beaches and the turquoise sea. I come here to watch the news of the day, drink my coffee and watch people sunbathe. The topless will never go out of style. I like the coffee cart. It has that air, so I'm sure it was a great time from the beginning of the millennium. After my coffee, I go to the antique market. Sometimes exciting things are found, but now it is fashionable to make holograms inspired by iPods' music. They are those nice square-shaped or rectangle devices from the beginning of the century used to store songs. I always wonder what the original owners thought when saving

Kimmie had just turned 18. Her conservative, southern parents would have been surprised to know that she had become sexually active about a year earlier and had lost her virginity to her only serious (and current) boyfriend six months ago. Her parents would have been floored to know that Kimmie also had a very active sexual imagination. That curiosity had her browsing the internet to see if she could arrange to have some risqué photos taken to give to her boyfriend for his upcoming 20th birthday. So far, she had learned that what she was interested in was called a "boudoir" photo shoot. She needed the photographer not to be local, though, because everybody knew everybody in the small town where she lived. The nicest studio she found was near Atlanta, almost an hour's drive away. When Kimmie called, she learned that the studio closed at 5:30 during the week and all Saturday appointments were filled until after her boyfriend's birthday. Kimmie had cheerleading practic