Nikki sent me an email at work this morning that simply read: Good morning my little boy wife "Halloween party tonight at Castaways. Patrick has his two college roommates coming up for the weekend. I'll pick up our costumes and see you at home around 7pm. Hope you have a great day! Your Queen! Great, I thought to myself as I closed out the email. Nikki...
He placed his hands on her pussy, running his fingers through her silky black hair made him more determined to have her alone and lying on the table. Her purring let him know that she was comfortable with the way he touched her. He could do whatever he wanted now. So many women found it uncomfortable to have their pussies fingered in such a way. "An excepti...
Rob and I had been lovers for almost five years, but in all that time we had never spent a single night together. Of course, he was married, and he was also my boss. This made things kind of awkward, but it did also make work much more interesting, at least in the early days… However, recently things seemed to have become a little stale between us – I wante...
"Bimi," whispered Clara into the darkness, gently shaking her former teacher's shoulder. The two had elected to share a room, both to save expense for the innkeeper and to be close to one another so they could visit. Clara had been looking forward to the time with Bimi, but the pull of Lukas and the urge she felt to help play a role in ending the war was too...
The following week, I replayed the events of my first day with David over and over. Especially the parts involving his mouth. I had forgotten how sweet the beginning of a relationship felt, and it was so exciting. We talked online Tuesday night, and he called me late on Thursday because I hadn't been on the computer. He said he was thinking about me. Norma...
My name is Dr. Susan P. Sharp and until last year, I was a practicing family therapist with over thirty years of clinical and private practice in marital and family counseling. I was formerly an adjunct professor at Rutgers Graduate School of Social Services and still lecture practicing counseling professionals. Before I retired last year, and except for my...
As promised, chapter 18 is swift on the heels of chapter 17. Slightly different feel to this chapter but I hope you like it all the same! Chapter 18 David was waiting for Sue in the library, where they had arranged to meet. He was standing by the mantelpiece with his back towards the door when she entered. She immediately crossed the carpet and laid a...
Until I'd found Jim's diary (I think guys call them journals), I hadn't a clue that he felt like he did. It must have been such an awful thing, to have such desire and such longing, and to believe that he must never let me know. At first I admit that I was shocked. As I read further, however, my shock changed first to sorrow and compassion for his struggle,...
The doorbell rang, and I ran to answer it. John had left me alone in his house for a while, while he 'attended to some business,' whatever that meant. I looked through the little peephole and saw a young woman standing there. She was older than I was, of course, but she didn't look to be more than about twenty two. A van with a 'Pam's Flowers' sign on it was...
Errol Tarken returned to work on September 14, 2001, three days after Terrorists leveled the World Trade Towers. Power was disrupted for most of lower Manhattan and public transportation routes were redirected, making it nearly impossible for most businesses to open. When Errol finally got to the century old auction house where he worked, he found the Curato...