Beth woke refreshed. Her puppy was already up. Spot had ordered coffee and pastries. Beth got up and had a quick shower. She walked into the front room, as naked as her puppy was. The women had coffee without conversation. Beth's puppy sat close to her hunched over her coffee cup. She occasionally reached over and licked her mistress's hand. Beth felt easy...
A wild young redhead from suburban Detroit, Beth was determined to rebel against her strict catholic parents whenever possible. One particular point of contention was her Hispanic boyfriend of six months. Her parents had numerous issues about Miguel, from his age to the neighborhood he lived in; he was twenty-five and lived in a dilapidated area close to the...
Beth was 38, seperated with two kids, Jeff, who was 18 and Sharon, who 19. Kevin, her ex-husband, was a pig. He would demand that Beth did your wifely duties, clean the house, cook the food, take care of the kids and spread your legs with he demanded sex. Sixteen years of marriage to Kevin was to just much and she was thinking about asking for a divorce, w...
(This is a story of mature women enjoying the excitement of playing with much younger men. None of the participants are underage. Everyone is legal... naughty, but legal) * Karen and Beth have been best friends since college, going on about twenty years now. They have shared everything, including all the juicy details of their sex lives. They often exchang...
Author's Notes: M and M Coltsfoot is a work of fiction. The characters and plot represent no known people or actions. The geographical locations in Texas and elsewhere are quite real, however, and described as best as the author can make such description. The same is true of the several universities mentioned in the story. This will be a rather lengthy and m...
It was gone 2am by the time Beth and her friends piled into the mini-bus. Andy called shotgun for the front, leaving everyone else squashed into the back. Beth was half sat, half led on her friend Alex at the back of the bus. He didn't seem to mind and the mixture of tiredness and alcohol was making it difficult for Beth to remain upright. Laura's parents...
"Let's go up to the room," my wife of three days whispered in my ear. I smiled the smile of a truly happy man and began to rise off of my barstool. I had met Beth about a year before at a business conference and we had not gone a day without seeing each other or being together. She was not gorgeous, but she exuded sexuality: 5' 8", 110 lbs, 34B, with long...
Ah, the fabulous fifties. Dwight Eisenhower was in the White House, gays were in the closet, tail fins were all the rage and "good" girls didn't go all the way until marriage. Boys did, but only if they could find a "bad" girl willing to go there. I wasn't one of those boys, and neither were most of my horny, sex-starved high school buddies. We were all fr...
(This is a continuation of the first story that I wrote for publication. Having reviewed the story again, I began to see the possibility of new themes here.) * "I have a skirt and blouse for you too, if you need them." Deedee said. "I love this, Deedee!" Beth said, fingering diamond and the velvet collar. Deedee also had a black raincoat for Beth to wea...
Life settled a bit for Deedee and Beth for months after this but they were important and exciting times. They went ahead with the move first of Deedee into Beth's house and then completely both the sale of the house and then the purchase of the new house. It proved to be a source of joy for both of them. They needed new furniture; they decided to set up a...