The lay of the land I was a recently divorced man at the age of forty-five when I first tried Internet dating. Back then, in early 2001, on-line dating wasn't quite a novelty but it also wasn't something everybody had grown up with. In that period before Tinder, Instagram and smart phones people were still trying to get the hang of meeting partners through...
My name is Sandra Roland. I'm a five-foot-ten, blonde-haired and green-eyed, somewhat stocky but still good-looking, thirty-something lady of French-Canadian and Irish descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I work as athletic director of Kingman College in Chestnut Hill, Massachusetts. It's a tough commute, driving from Brockton to Chestnut...
Preface: Hello my friends, today is May 19, I tell you this because I just got out of the hospital again. It seems every time I start writing, another one of these mini-strokes hits me. I am tired of playing the game of home, hospital, home and hospital again. There is only one option left open to me at this point and that, I am sorry to inform you is to hav...
Note: All persons in this novel are fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this story is not for you. Those scenes that are included will be evocative rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will tak...
While it's a fact that I had seen all of your movies, and envied all your co-stars in the past, particularly those who had acted with you in all your steamy scenes which are a de rigueur in almost all your movies, never had I thought that I would be one day so lucky to not only be considered for a role in a movie opposite you, but also get a chance to auditi...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
Chapter 27 Note: All persons in this novel are fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this story is not for you. Those scenes that are included will be evocative rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my...
With the fence done and our schedules fairly open Jill and I fell back into the routine we'd been keeping earlier that summer; she'd be out gardening in the back of the yard and I'd take care of whatever needed doing. I decided to finish up the outside of the pool house. And that's how we spent the next day and the several following. I was surprised to hav...
"Half your luck, boys, the mixer's broken. Looks like you're getting the arvo off!" said Big Bad Tony the foreman. Tony looked pretty angry about it, but I was stoked. We were working about twenty minutes from the nude beach and I wanted to get my cock out in the sun for a while. I told the boys I was just gonna go home and bludge, then I jumped in the ute,...
The shrill sound of a band saw seized as Garrison Dhorne left the wooded area of his Estate. A calmness overwhelmed him as he surveyed the days early progress while walking up the hill to his home. The addition to his garage was already in progress which gave him a sense of hope that life here would return to normal very soon. He could hear the rounds of dem...