This is a short (but I think sweet) conclusion to the American Adventure. For my regular readers, you should be aware that I will no longer be publishing under the Loving Wives category. There are far too many people using this site that have a fundamentally different opinion to mine of what that category represents, and since I cannot persuade them otherwis...
The conference promised to be just another week of my life wasted listening to middle-aged project managers drone on and on about their progress. These conferences were all the same, or so I thought. Every so often there was some eye-candy in attendance, but usually the women were not that attractive, and were certainly suppressing any sensuality under their...
Note from the Author Linda Jean; Please take a minute to read this before you read my story; first I wanted to thank everyone for taking the time to read what I have to say. I write my stories as if I am writing my best friend and trying to relay to them exactly what I went through. While I know a lot of people like this type of writing, I am aware from the...
As I explain in the body of the story which follows, although black/white relationships are common today, in the 60's, when this took place, they were not. It was a first for Linda. Like many others of our generation it came not only to be accepted in our circles, but even sought out when the urge for sex dulled inhibitions even further. Linda was lucky enou...
Brian walked into the empty, dark home after a hard day at Ohio State Medical School, feeling alone since John, Maria's son, had recently transferred from OSU to Denver University. The university offered a bachelor's Degree in Land Development and Urban Planningnot available at OSU. Maria, John's mother, and hostess for Brian, an upper class exchange studen...
Alex awoke with a start, shooting upright. His chest felt tight, his vision blurry, and his limbs tingled. His breaths came quick and shallow. He shook his head and blinked his eyes. His vision improved, but everything beyond his bed was a complete blur. His heart hammered in his chest, and he brought his hand up to steady himself. Alex's hand touched soft...
The affair between us had finished over a year ago, not through any bitterness or diminished desire but down to the concern of being caught and ruining not just our own lives but those of our partners and children too. It had been good while it lasted, albeit far too brief in my opinion but we had had fun. Only ever managing to get together properly once be...
It wouldn't be justice if I didn't admire my dear editor JackGates74. Thank you JackGates74. ***** "Yes! You're lucky that you have friend like Jawad, Jawad knows how to treat a woman I am thinking what a slut you are, keeping him to yourself, fucking him daily and that you will reduce your fair, wear and tear on your ass and pussy if you share him with me...
This story is dedicated to the memory of a beautiful young woman who wasn't able to live her life to the full. Wednesday. Alex & Di are good friends who I meet up with once a month, usually for a pub meal or BBQ, and we catch up on each others news – work, life, recent trips & experiences, and families, etc. We met in O'Brien's Irish Bar close to their ho...
FOREWORD With this story I continue to explore the male experience of sex; helped immeasurably by the honesty and openness of the person who appears here as Luke. I usually write in the first person because that more intimately conveys the sense that one is reading straight from the author's diary. But to give Luke his voice, in this case I've written in...