Mrs. McNeil paced back and forth nervously in her classroom, as she pressed out the wrinkles in her dark blue dress slacks. She wondered to herself, 'Am I making the right choice? Is he too young? Am I too old...or fat...or unattractive...or....' - she shook her head and inhaled deeply. The thought of continuing to cheat on her husband and possibly destroy h...
It all started while I was working a security job, I met Ron (named changed to protect true identity) he started to work at the same place almost at the same time. We became friends thru the job environment but I never considered him a best friend. In time I would notice that his wife Linda (name also changed) would come to drop him off to work, and in the...
First let me start by saying thank you to all those who sent me feedback pertaining to my last how to story. It is greatly appreciated. This how to story will be a continuation of my last how to story which for those of you who did not get a chance to read was about how to know what women want. For the guys that have not seen the first part of this I’m here...
Many years ago my mother-in-law commissioned an artist to do a painting of my wife (her daughter) and our children. My wife, thirty-one years old at the time, went to his studio with the kids and the painter told he wanted to sketch the boys before they got bored and the wife in a second time. In two sessions the kids were done so the wife begun to pose goin...
San Diego Bay was calm the day the 'Sea's Candy' was drawn out of the blue Pacific of Chula Vista Marina. The vessel's dry journey would be a long one traveling over land from one coast to a the other while Jasmine and Tami anxiously awaited its safe arrival in Fort Lauderdale. Failed marriages are emotionally draining but even more so when children are inv...
I was about to slip into a warm bubble bath when the telephone rang. Turning off the water, I caught the phone just before it rolled over to voice mail. "Hi," Andre said. "I was afraid I had missed you." "Almost," I answered. "you caught me getting into the tub. Seems like you have developed a knack for catching me without clothes." Andre laughed. "Speaki...
How can you be a female breast? It's an interesting question, one I admit I had never really thought about until recently. Sure, I've always admired them from my junior high school days as I began to pay attention to the more curved line of the female form, through my bolder peeks at cleavages on women of all ages, into my prurient studies in playboy, to mor...
Jess had always loved technology. For as long as she could remember she had not felt comfortable without a spanner in her hand or a keyboard under her fingertips. She had obsessed with artificial intelligence, of being able to talk with machines, and for them to communicate back. She worked at what she loved, in a lab surrounded by high-functioning but soc...
We'd both been working at an event down on the quayside. North Shields quayside that is. Not as fashionable as Newcastle's quayside, and with pubs much less likely to attract the smart young things. We'd been marketing some flats in a block that was once a seaman's hotel known as the Jungle. Why anybody would want to live there I'll never know, but since we...
I love New York. It's not because of the tall buildings that make me look up into the sky like a lost tourist. It's not because of the sexy Jewish boys coming out of the synagogues on Saturdays. It's because when I'm there I can be with my best friend. Irene is my best-est best friend. When we are together, rain or shine, it's like we are kids again. Kids.....