Tina and her husband had not been long in their new house next door before the trouble started. He was a workaholic who magnified his energy with narcotic boosts. When he was in that state of mind, he could be really cruel to Tina. He became abusive and irrational which eventually led to their separation. I couldn't believe that Tina would even consider st...
Writer's note: To see the particular tree that helped inspire this story, please see my profile. And enjoy... ***** It was such a typical rainy Sunday afternoon there should be a country song about it. They sat on the couch in silence. He sat near the middle, reading a book. She sat on the end - clearly working, with a set of notebooks littering the coff...
Simon was jolted into consciousness by the sound of the Mass Spectrometer behind him beeping loudly to signal the end of a run. The side of his face was hurting from where he'd rested it on his folded arms on top of the lab bench. He groaned, he'd been working for over eighteen hours now and it was increasingly hard to find the will to rouse himself to put...
I am standing behind you and squeezing your sides right below your underarms, the warmth of my hands soothing you. I slide my hands around and gently massage the tops of your breasts while pulling your body into mine. I pull my hands back a little and run them down around the outsides and underneath until my fingers meet at the bottom of your cleavage. The f...
Somewhere in the humid night, the cold howl of a siren rises and fades, low and muffled, but audible enough to peck into the restless mind of the young woman amid the rumpled sheets of her bed. The muted absence of the sound following the siren's passing seems even more intrusive, peppered with the softest murmurs of the apartment. The hum of air conditionin...
There is nothing like sharing the kitchen and it's duties with another person, especially if that person is a hunky American with the tendency to pinch my bottom as he walks past. "Right, I've finished those sandwiches." He smiles, reaching out a hand and fondling my naked bottom under the edge of my long, white T-shirt. "Excellent, I do believe that's e...
Shortly after my wife passed away, I sold our home and moved into a retirement community, not a condo but a community of single homes. One of the requirements; you had to be over 55. At 60, I qualified. As had always been my custom, I arose early every morning and, after putting the coffee maker to work, would take a long walk. Several times I passed a very...
72 Days 1728 Hours 103680 Minutes 6220800 seconds. That's how long it has been since the day you closed the door to my condo and walked out of my life for good. I had buried myself in work to try to drown out the pain but the saturation of my calendar did nothing to fill the void in my life that was created the moment you left for good. My world had...
Once my ex-husband and I had been to a birthday party in central London, had a great night, decided to splash out and get a taxi home. In the back of the black cab – you know, the traditional roomy London taxis - we were getting quite horny, snogging a lot, hands roaming and stuff. I had a long black skirt with a slit up the side, and Steve's hand was consta...
As I drive over to your home for our date tonight...I smile as I pull into your drive. I step out and approach your door, wondering what you might be wearing on our date...I knock and you quickly answer and my eyes grow larger as I gaze upon you in Your tight jeans and tight button down blouse...looking stunning...I move forwards and hand you some flowers an...