Authors Note: Here is the final chapter, I struggled tying it all up in a little bow for your pleasure. I have learned my lesson, next time I decide to post a story, I will make sure I have finished the story before I start posting as nothing is worse than being left in the lurch while you wait for the author to get their act together. Thanks for reading my...
Several years ago, my wife and I flew cross-country to a high school friend's wedding. This was to be his second marriage. We originally planned on finding a nice motel in town, but received an invitation from Pete, the best man (one of my best friends in high school), to stay at his place, a 3-bedroom house with a pool in the back yard. He was recently divo...
Hello, my name is Jim. I am approaching fifty, balding, and gaining weight. I am married with four kids and a standard sex life. Standard sex life meaning: missionary position once a week, unless there is something else to do on Saturday evening. Something else like going to a son's football game, band concert, a daughter's gymnastic meet, or ballet recital....
Most written fiction consists of the narrative description of characters and their actions. While this technique serves to communicate the author’s thoughts to an audience, readers can often infer the same information if the author makes careful use of dialogue. Screenplays use dialogue in this manner. It is true the playwright also makes suggestions for act...
To give you all some background my soon to be wife is a 25yr old 120lbs Asian of 5'2" with a small fit figure. Her tits are B-Cups with dark perfectly round nipples and sucking on them turns her on instantly. Most people are instantly drawn to her innocent-cute personality and smile that lights up a room. I am a chubby 5'10" white guy with green eyes, but,...
I collapsed backward into the bubbling water and expelled a heavy sigh. Finally, we had made it. It had taken nearly a full day to get to Hedonism II resort in Jamaica, but after two long plane rides, an interminable amount of time at two different airports, and a very long bus ride (with full bladders, mind you), my wife and I had finally reached our destin...
Eighteen years old. What a heady age. I really miss those days. Back when high school was something to be escaped, when the future looked bright, opportunities endless. Nothing locked in, very few decisions made worth regretting. Hell, a world where someone else buys your food, washes your clothes and keeps a roof over your head can't have been all that bad...
I Just wanted to get a feel for this new story I started. I'll finish explaining what happened in another chapter if this story goes over well. Comments from any older women reading this are highly encouraged. I haven't written of my experiences in a while, but something happened that I just have to share. It was a winter afternoon, and I had nothing plann...
I usually don't like weddings much-I'm not big on ceremony and circumstance. But this time I couldn't avoid my cousin's wedding, and so I reluctantly made my way to Boston, and braced myself for the endless family stuff that I dislike. The ceremony went well actually, and was quick and actually entertaining. While we were waiting for the reception and the m...
Harry Ward sighed as he heard the door bell ring. Jesus, he thought, not Pam again! His wife's friend Pam was going through a nasty separation from her husband, and although Harry liked her, she seemed to be spending a huge amount of time at his house these days; his own wife, Hanna's shoulder constantly wet from her crying on it. "I'll get it!" he called o...