I first met Vera Stevens in the living room of my mother's house. She had just moved in next door and my mother had invited her over for a welcoming cup of coffee. Having just finished my shift at the local burger joint I was looking forward to putting my feet up, but when I walked in the front door I saw a rather prim looking lady sitting on the sofa. My mo...
Thanks for all the comments and votes. I really appreciated all the critics, and I hope the story will live up to the expectations. If you have feedbacks or suggestions you'd like to share you can write to me in the comments or send me a message. ____________________________________________ The aroma of coffee in the morning was sobering after a restless n...
Heather 1: Gentle Nostalgia NB All the characters in this story are over 18 As I lay on my back in my bed, gently exploring my hardness, I thought back to that first time with Heather, when everything began... Heather was a friend of my mothers, with two daughters much younger than me. Her husband Ken knew my father too - it was one of those neighbourly f...
"That urgent parcels has just been picked up so it should be delivered tomorrow for you Lee" said Shirley as she came back into the office. Her button down cardigan was fastened to the top but closely fitting enough to outline her tits underneath it in a very pleasant way, as she moved the gap between buttons opened a little to give tantalising glimpses of h...
It was a Friday evening, and we'd gone over to Dave and Julie's for a meal. We'd known them for years, back to when Dave worked in the same office as Jane, my wife. Although both had left the company ages ago, Jane and David kept in touch through various work-related contacts, and we met up a few times a year to catch up with things. Dave had divorced a cou...
Note: This is set in England using English words - it also features male-female and male-male activities. Please don't read it if you don't like these things. We'd met several times in our local pub on a Friday night. There were various couples used to come down to listen to the live music, and we'd exchanged a few words and smiles now and again. So we kind...
Author's preamble: The characters in this story are both over 18. It is entirely fictional: any similarity between them and real people is coincidental. The Merry Widow is a stand-alone tale of two septuagenarians finding a new lease of life together. I lost Bert, my husband, two years ago and still miss him dearly. I miss his companionship and I m...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
It seemed like any other day at the library to Jessica. She got to work early that day and in between shelving and helping patrons she spent her time reading Africa's World War. The book was very interesting, but her thoughts kept drifting. The night before she had stayed up texting her friend from Georgia, Kevin, and now she couldn't get him off her mind. T...
It was just a week after my eighteenth birthday and I was off to spend the summer with an old friend of my mother's. I was a small, rather quiet young man and much to the surprise of my friends I was looking forward to spending the time with her. The flight I had to catch was pretty dull, but things livened up when Mrs. Wallace arrived to meet me. She was...