Ted heaved a heavy sigh, knees bent to nearly his chest with freckle heavy arms sitting atop them. Eyes glanced to a tree to his left, in it the intials J.A., M.F., and T.T. were carved above a pot leaf with 4/20/99 written beneath it. He remembered that Easter Sunday. Janey had still been a relatively new friend, but a promising one who could roll blunts an...
( just a small story wrote for fun to pass the time, and ponder life from the other side of the street.) They called me a whore. They said I was a slut. That I was a destroyer of happy homes. How happy could their homes have been when their husband was spending his hard earned money to pay me to give him a blowjob? To bend me over and take me as hard...
I opened my eyes and listened to the sound of her sleeping in the otherwise quiet room. The kids had gone to a friend's house for a sleepover, leaving us alone to enjoy a quiet evening together. Now, with dawn peeking into the windows, I glanced over and took her in. She had her back to me and her pillow was aflame with her long red hair. As always, seeing h...
Conventional wisdom says that women over forty years old have trouble finding sex partners. Well, I'm not Miss America and I found sex over forty. A lot of sex. I had twice as many sex partners in my forties as in my thirties. To toot my own horn a bit, I went from being an ugly ducking as a young woman to an attractive swan as a middle-aged woman. Praise th...
"Well, might as well get Neko from Shinji's room" I said to no one in particular. As I was walking to his bedroom I saw him walking towards my bedroom with Neko at his side, his face flushed and pants wet. I swear, Neko better not be hurt. "What happened?" I asked. "Well... You see..." We went to my room and he had explained everything to me. Neko had spil...
It was a hot afternoon, and although rare for the high plains, very muggy as well. Jay stopped his boss' Chevy pickup at the crest of the hill and left the windows down. Huge old cottonwood trees, their hard shiny leaves rustling in the light breeze, ringed the park below them. Cottonwood seeds drifted around them in the air like snowflakes and lay thick al...
I'm not sure if I will write a follow up to this story. But consider this tit-bit an apology for leaving you all hanging with 'becoming a good girl' for almost a year. I hope you enjoy. Xxxx I have been in Berlin for Many weeks now. But I have seen very little of the grand sights that the pamphlets and travel agents and air hostesses promised. It's been...
"Oh, I love this," Ellen says while holding a teddy bear. "Look how cute it is." She turns to me and holds the head of the bear before her mouth and nose. I smile. "Well, it's yours now," I say. "A gift. For being there for me yesterday." "Oh, Sara. You really don't owe me anything," Ellen replies, but with a smile. "Don't worry. We're friends right. Frie...
It's cliche, but I never understood the undefinable and unreachable idea that is love. Some say that it's a chemical reaction in the brain and that it isn't real. If that's true, then is our sadness not real? Is our happiness not real? Who knows? What I do know is the chemical reaction in my brain says I want to touch her skin and feel her shudder under...
Ivy's hand moved to trace the outline of the bulge in Mike's slacks. She seemed to have forgotten the bodies only a few feet away, which had not yet completely stopped moving. All that violence had left her very excited, he could smell it. Mike's eyes drifted down to her breasts, nipples hard like ripe raspberries inside the sheer blouse. She never was one f...