The call was unexpected and the caller even more so. Penny is a young lady of my acquaintance and quite beautiful in a long legged full-bodied, wholesome kind of way. Quiet and shy for the most part. She would be the last person I'd ever expect to call me. I didn't even know she had my number. I do know that I had never given it to her but then I realized th...
Lying here, I'm looking over at the person who loves me almost unconditional. You may ask what that feels like and for the life of me I really can't explain it, you just have to experience it to understand. Nothing will ever be the same, and I don't know if that's a good thing or bad? I just know that right now I have no wish for it to change. Let me fill y...
There isn't any sex in this story. If you're looking for a quick wank I'd recommend you back click. When I thought about cheating, I always saw the lewd, despicable acts - the husband tearing his family apart, the wife falling for a good line and destroying her family's unity just for a romp in the hay; the 'other woman' not caring about what she was doing...
STOP! There is no sex in this story. Please go elsewhere. Sorry Thanks to the Hip and Knee doctor for editing assistance. Flathead--- From 1920 through 1969, Flathead Indians and Harleys were a major force in American motorcycling. Up until I met Candy, there were only two things in my life of any value: the 1946 Flathead that my father gave me, and the 1...
This is a continuation of my "Innocent Texts" series. This story could act as a stand-alone, but it is so much better if you read the first installments. In this chapter, we hear from Brian. I will let you guys know this character is based on a REAL PERSON. This story is loosely based on real events. I took some creative liberties, but the premise of the sto...
Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow by Chloe Tzang © 2017 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a revie...
It is a cold and blustery morning in early March as I sit at the kitchen table reading the help wanted ads in the local week end paper. Wrapped in my warmest pajamas, slippers and bathrobe I am still chilled to the very center of my bones. The furnace is out, again. Thank God the girls are away for the weekend, one at an all weekend sleep over, and the other...
NOTE: This is a sequel to my story "Pulling a Felicia". Reading that story first, while not absolutely necessary, is strongly recommended as it contains a lot of background on the protagonist and how she got where she is now. It was a hopelessly dark November day when Allie decided the time had come to brave the university pool. She was nudged a bit, t...
CHAPTER ONE : The Visitor The cats were the first to announce his arrival. Tails high in the air they paraded up and down the hall. Pushing open the door to the living room, they rubbed themselves against her legs, gazing at her with bright eyes as if to will her to do something, to get up and follow them. She pushed them gently away, too deep within her...
It was getting near the 5 pm closing time at the public library in the sleepy little suburb where I worked. Not much happens at this branch on a Wednesday - no noisy story times for moms and toddlers, no early evening rush by readers looking for paperbacks to consume over the weekend. We catch up on re-shelving books, tracking down online requests, vacuuming...