Dear readers I have been away for sometime, but I have continued to read the stories online. Some really good contributions. Congratulations to those who have attracted my vote or comment. Hope you enjoy my latest imaginary friend. This is a work of pure fiction, and is not intended to bear any relation to anyone either alive or dead. If you don't like whore...
Chapter 2 "Women and their secrets" Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 Love is a strange thing. It demands constant attention, care and devotion. It is hard to get, harder to keep and easy to wither and die. I was brought abruptly back to the present by the waitress asking if we wanted dessert. My beautiful, wonderful Belle made a preten...
Rendezvous at Grand Lake I was awake in Amelia's bed in Steamboat Springs, feeling groggy from too much travel and too much excitement in too few days. Domestic noises were coming from the kitchen and I thought about my two companions and the funny phone call with New York last night. I stumbled to the kitchen. They looked up at me in the doorway, shook t...
During my early years I was a puny kid and inevitably badly teased and bullied until a compassionate teacher became my mentor and gave me invaluable advice. "The answer can only be in your own hands," he said, "- You've got to get yourself fit enough to fight back and you must stick to your studies to ensure that you're smarter than they are." With great eff...
As usual I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course their encouragement. As always I must also add, that I can never leave a story alone. I will most likely add some cock-ups on my read through after they have seen it. That should keep the GPs happy at least. It was about three in the morning when I f...
[There is a terrific story by cpete called "Blood From a Turnip" that got me thinking in a certain direction. This story is the result.] About 5:30 on Sunday evening, Beverly walked in the front door, dropped her purse and keys on the wingback chair, and headed down the hall to the master bedroom. I don't know for sure if she saw me sitting in the den, bu...
This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE EXIT. IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, or otherwise forbidden by law to read electronically transmitted erotic material, please EXIT.NOW!!!! All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any resemblances to re...
Sometimes major events result from the smallest of consequences. For want of a shoe a horse was lost. For want of a horse a kingdom was lost. Everyone knows that scenario. The situation that ensnared my wife Emily, and to a lesser extent, myself began with a trip to New York City. It was to be a day away from our suburban existence, the shops, a show, a stro...
The first couple of lines of the early 1960s upbeat song "If You Wanna Be Happy" by Jimmy Soul, had been running through mind for the last few days since Sydney moved out, at my request. I've had three long term relationships - all with beautiful young women. The first beauty was lazy but spent us into serious debt. She didn't take care of our kids. Soon, I...
Let me start by telling you about myself. I am a successful married woman with a 18 year old son who is away at college on a full-paid scholarship as the star quarterback. Although I am 64 years of age I still capture the attention of every man young or old who I walk by. I often get asked out and I am surprised by the age differences of these men. The range...