11 May 93 (Fourth Age), Emyn Arnen I am named for the father of a legend. In his time this father claimed a measure of renown, but that was three long Ages of Middle-earth ago, and to history he has been lost...save in a name of nearly forgotten heritage, and as inscribed upon faded pages in dusty books of lore. His son — perhaps the greatest in our people'...
I'd attended a wedding of a long time girlfriend in a nearby town. It was her 2nd marriage. Her first husband had been killed in an auto accident after they had been married almost 25 years. She was my age, early fifties and what is referred to as a MILF although in both our cases it was more like GMILF since we both had young grandkids. We both had taken go...
It all started due to my wife's involvement with the local amateur dramatic society. I have no interest in it myself but show support by attending the opening night of each new production whenever possible. In this fateful production Sandra was playing the part of an unfaithful wife, which of course I knew. What I didn't know was that her role called for San...
NICK THE NIPPLE NIBBLER I'd guess it was nearly 2PM when we climbed into the second cab. This time Dollie held her dress shut until we got to the edge of town. I'm not even sure when it happened, but she soon had the dress off. Nipple Nibbler Nick, a 32 year old tit loving guy my age, had problems trying to drive the taxi thru traffic and out of town whi...
*Author's note: After seriously looking at just how many gorgeous women there are who are over 60 a few months ago, I'd planned to write a trilogy of stories dedicated to what I'll call 'much-older women' but forgot to mention it. I meant to share my idea when I wrote House Swap but forgot. Then I forgot again when I wrote Ticketed. So I'm finally rememberin...
When my husband joined me in bed, I figured this was the time to raise the issue. "Fred, what do you think about Denise?" "Denise?" The question clearly caught him off guard, although he pulled me close as usual as if nothing was amiss. "She's a good girl. Her mother would've been proud of how she's grown into a fine young woman. Why do you ask?" I hes...
Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? - Merchant of Venice, Act 3, Scene 2 * Why did my life take the improbable turn that it did? I can tell you the answer to that: it was fancy. Begotten in the eyes, Shakespeare said. In my case, I'd say it was a different part of the anatomy. Her anatomy. Her -- I'm tryi...
(To the reader: This is the fifth in a string of many correspondences between a former professor and me. It started out to be just a harmless little distraction for myself, to break up the day. It became so much more, so unrepentantly.) She didn't know which one was more taxing – keeping this online affair a secret from her friends or keeping her identity f...
We're quite possibly never going to meet IRL, that's one of the reasons why we've been able to be so candid with each other, why we've never felt any need to hold back. No shame, no hypocrisy. The geographic distance is not the true reason, a mere two-hour drive wouldn't have kept us apart, but the social pressures would make impossible anything but, at most...
A secret online love is always fun, spontaneous and enticing. Jennifer, a 19-year-old girl, has had bad luck with love in her life, always having her boyfriends cheat on her. She got tired of the immature males from around her area being interested in nothing but sex, so she turns to the Internet. She quickly learns how to turn a guy on without being abl...