I went into mourning, I guess. There was some second-guessing involved, too. In the end, I couldn't see that I had done anything wrong - or that things would have turned out differently if I had acted otherwise. There was no question that I would miss Jen. But I was honest enough with myself to wonder which I would miss more: Jen, or the incredible sex....
In loving memory of Sharon * ~ A Flaming Rose ~ He heard it hit the floor, the tiny set screw that slipped from his fingers. It ricocheted off his shirt and jeans on its bumpy course, but gave no hint as to its final resting place. Jon cursed to himself, slowly backing away from his workbench, hoping against all odds the screw would be right at his feet....
The early morning sun breaks through the parted pink drapes of your bedroom and casts warm rays of light across your toned belly. You yawn, stretch, and smile at the warmth of the day. It's going to be a good one. You clamber out of bed and peek at yourself in the mirror. Your fashionable lopsided blond bob is fashionably lopsided and mussed up from the pill...
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Previously (read Chapter 1 for full details). Len and Tammi were neighbors -- 65 and 56 respectfully. Both had lost their spouses within the last 3 years. About 5 days previously they had a private happy hour together and after a couple of drinks Len had proposed a "mutually rewarding" physical relationship.. Two days later Tammi had agreed! She was treate...
Mark raised his glass in a toast. "To friends we don't get to see near enough anymore." "Here, here!" The others raised their glasses and cheered, laughing. Maddy shook her head at her husband and chuckled. "You goofball. What am I ever going to do with you?" "Put up with me," he teased. "Nobody else I would want to put up with" she said as she admired...
The beginning of the winter descended upon me. I was still living for the most part in Sophia's flat over the lingerie shop. I was still mostly out of action from the still healing ink. Well, and that my Mistress had fastened my many pierced cunt with a chain and lock, to stop me fingering myself remorselessly. Our rendezvous with my estranged husband was we...
Author's Note: I've tried to create a sandbox for some characters to act out a few ideas I had. Rather than create whole new worlds for each story, I've tried to create an environment where a whole bunch of stuff can happen. The rules of this sandbox borrow quite a bit from contemporary pop-science ideas, such as the Many Worlds ideas in cosmology. These s...
It was an extraordinarily busy day at the offices of Hammond & Gordon, located in White Plains, New York. In a back room of the building which housed the H&G offices, Ryan Gonzalez rammed his fist against the wall in frustration. Ryan had perhaps the most unenviable job of any person at Hammond & Gordon – Chief of Intelligence Operations. It wa...
"Uhh! Uhhn... Oh, yes, more!" I leaned over from my chair when I heard my own voice coming from the speakers of my husband's laptop. I grew louder as I drew the chair across the carpet. My cheeks grew hot and flushed a bright pink color. I gave a sideways glance to my husband. Man, the look in Hub's eyes as he watched the video, it stabbed my heart with sh...