"Honestly, mate, I've never seen a woman so horny" Johnny was saying enthusiastically as Jed approached their table, carrying their beers. "Went well last night then, did it?" Jed asked, sighing inwardly. The last thing he needed was to hear about another of his friend's successful conquests. "Amazing" he replied. "She let me walk her to her room, right,...
This is the fourth story in my Jenny, John and Nicole series, and it is a complete rewrite of an abandoned draft that has been mouldering on PC for about a year and a half. It contains a number of indirect references to the previous stories in this series so please see 'Jenny, John and Nicole', 'Life Begins at Forty Something' and 'Nicole's Surprise' to find...
Long way from home, it was coming up to Christmas time, only a week to go. I'd been away from home at work on an oil field for a whole month, away from my third wife of two years. I think my job was the main reason why my previous marriages broke up, long stays away from home and her. I loved my job and it paid well. I was never going to give that up, henc...
I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING EARLIER!!! You all must have been thinking "Well, I guess I'll have to wait another two years for the next update". However, I finally found the time (and motivation) between work and college to pop this chapter out. I have two weeks off of college, so I'll try to get at least one more chapter out before it starts up again. Th...
Divorced Sophie Jones closed her eyes while rotating her head as she tried to work the kinks out of her tired neck and shoulders. It had been a long day, and it was almost ten thirty at night in early September and she still had a pile of stuff to go over before tomorrow's big meeting. Deciding to take a few minutes break, she stood up and stretched, cupping...
Several pictures of her were tucked into the sides of the mirror over his dresser. Most were school pictures, and one was of the two of them together, their arms wrapped around each other, both of them smiling at the camera. My hand, holding the brush that I had picked up from amidst the clutter on his dresser, stopped in mid-air as I peered at those picture...
He watches her undress. Quick, sure fingers undoing buttons and clips, her face stern, hyper-critical of the body incrementally revealed and watched by both of them in the wardrobe mirror. She turns to examine the cauliflowering on her left buttock, tutting softly. Eyes downcast, a crease of mild exasperation in their midst. The middle-aged thickness of her...
Fishing is the most boring recreational past-time known to man, in my opinion. It stinks, it wastes time and what you bring home if you're lucky enough your mom can buy at the supermarket for far less trouble and expense; it all tastes like crap anyway. I had this opinion for half my life, the last twelve years, but then my boss Mr Duckett brought a new pers...
Converting the small bus into a camper had taken some time but time is something that I, as a retired widower, had plenty of. Now that the bus was up and ready to roll I had only to pick up my passenger to start my long awaited tour of Australia. Heather had been my neighbour for over ten years she had divorced her husband Alan five year ago. Despite being...
The brief glimpse I got into the bedroom I was walking into allowed me to get the lay of the land so to speak, because it wasn't my bedroom I was walking into. It was Paul's. Who was Paul? A reader who I began chatting with and found interesting. He must have been really interesting in order for me to come visit him like this because this wasn't like me, ar...