Chapter 02: IVO We drive towards town. You pepper me questions about our little adventure at the beach. I answer as best I can, but my thoughts are skipping around like a scratched and dirty CD. I have questions of my own; I am dying to know all about Davy, but I know that I never will. You enjoy leaving me to my own devices far too much. My imagination can...
Crystal graciouly read this over for me and gave her approval. Find her stories under the name crystal607. Crystal could hear the sound of the waves breaking softly along the beautiful shore line from the little cabin she and her husband, Barry, were staying in for the next two weeks. They were in a rustic resort along the western shore of Lake Michigan in...
'It's an intriguing picture you've created,' Jo said. 'But I wonder if it isn't a bit too ... well ... impressionistic. I wonder if you aren't perhaps leaving a little too much to the reader's imagination.' My previous editor - Lorraine - had really only been concerned with spelling and grammar. Jo was different. 'I think your reader might appreciate a litt...
Abigail is fifty if she's a day but she's not married and I don't think she has any kids. It's not something we've ever talked about. Our relationship has clear, well-defined boundaries - questions about kids never come up, unless it's about avoiding them. At her age, she's not interested and I'm happy to oblige her. Abigail works in the cash office of the...
"Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking, and when she passes, each one she passes goes Ahhh….." I croon, singing on the top of my lungs as I cruise down the boulevard, oblivious to the traffic swirl around me. "When she walks just like a samba, that swings so cool and sways so gently, that when she passes, each one she passes...
Watching her dress, stepped out of the shower, head tied up in a towel. We were on our 3rd full day together, and I was not tired of her yet. My job at the amusement park was in mothballs til spring. I had a retail job I would get to next week. This was the week of the year I usually devoted to cleaning up loose ends, finishing stories I had to submit. T...
Getting off work early on Halloween you want to do something different than before. As you look in the bar to get your flask and decide that you are going to do some trick or treating yourself this year. Going to make it a point to ring the doorbell of some of the women that you had been in bed with before. Thinking about that started your penis to rise and...
My life took a real change as my confidence grew as Lisa, I spent more and more time dressing and occasionally popping down to the supermarket to grab a bottle of wine and check out the guys browsing not only the meat section but my long slender legs and stilettos as I wiggled round the store. This particular night I already knew I was going to try and pull...
“Hi. I knew that you wouldn’t ring, after last week…I’m sorry too….I know…(laughter)….I was good-wasn’t I! (more giggling)…..I wasn’t THAT good!…. If you say so. (Laughter)..Yes, I’m wearing them…I suppose they might be a little bit wet…No! I’m not fingering myself! …. You know why! …In his office, working on that bloody computer…I wish that it was porn…(lau...
****Note**** My apologies, I have changed the story around a bit, including chapter 1. I just wrote and posted it, before I completed the story, so when I was finished, some shit in Chapter 1 had to be changed, coz it was out of alignment. And I didn't like it anymore, coz it was kind of shoddy. I know it's a bit of bother to have to re-read it, but please...