Some time ago, Aunt Sue published a sweet, sexy story, "Reawakening" about a middle-age widow whose raunchy friend sets her up with a younger man for "dancing lessons." Dancing led rapidly to mutual passion and passion to both parties falling in love "over our heads:" a very happy ending. Without really changing the ending as Aunt Sue wrote it, I have writte...
David Cullen was standing on the sidewalk, just a couple of paces away from the house's front door. His hands were holding the bottle of Merlot with a death-grip, and he started to feel sweat forming under his palms. He wasn't sure for how long he was standing there, but it seemed his eyes picked a favorite spot on the door and just gazed at it aimlessly. He...
I take a deep breath as I flick the headlights to my grey pickup truck off and downshift into first gear. I turn into your drive way and turn off my truck. I stick it into neutral and coast silently closer to your house. I hit the brakes and put it back in gear and pull on my e break as you carefully open your door and wait for me to climb out. I slip out of...
Jennifer was primping in the visor mirror as we pulled out onto Oceanside and headed for Captain Morgan's, her favorite 'dancehall', as she called it. Jenny was a fabulous dancer. Had been all her life from ballet, cheerleader, to pole dancing in San Diego at the Body Shop where I found her. "Ouuu-la-la," she chortled, putting her lipstick away and settling...
After offering me an orange flavored Starburst from the colorful stick in her hands, Natasha chose a pink one for herself . She popped it in between her lips and pulled the wrapper out a moment later, flicking it into the trash can near by. One thing that I loved about Natasha was her love of symbolism, possibly coming from her love of Goethe, Germany's most...
By Dan57 and Harry with suggestions from Naina and Mark Josh tightens the noose around Simran's neck Josh waited for five days before putting another envelope on Simran's windscreen during the lunch time pause. He watched her with binoculars when she walked to her car. When she saw the envelope, she stopped on her tracks. She looked terrorized. She turned...
It's 3AM in the morning of the third day we've been together. I am on the second floor deck of the beach house, wrapped in the soft flannel bedspread I dragged off the bed as I awakened a half hour ago, comfortably nestled down in the lone chaise lounge, listening to the surf and the wind. The bedspread's the only thing from the bed other than the sheet in w...
Chapter 8 Who's That Knocking at My Back Door Beth was humming happily as she buzzed around the kitchen. Titus was off somewhere doing errands which bothered her to no end. For the third time that day, she took her phone out and checked his online folder. There were no new porn videos posted since he'd agree to be with Beth exclusively three weeks ago and n...
I decided I was going to take a guy friend up on his offer to go fishing on a friend's land. I had also been friends with this guy for several years, without so much as a hint of anything more than that. We were good friends and shared convo about many things. We texted a lot and we shared things about our lives that people would question if they knew. The q...
Theresa sighed with resignation. She had to once again get back up on the little stage in this small redneck bar and shake her ballooning 8 month pregnant body at them. She had been totally shocked the past few weeks to see just how many men were turned on by the sight of a pregnant woman stripping. Her hormones were raging and she had been flattered by the...