This is a very sad story. There is a lot of pain and nothing else. This is not erotica! * As I walked up to the front door I was greeted by me of thirty years ago. One look at the face and I was seeing myself as I used to look when I was 25. "Dad, why haven't you replied to any of my mails?" Roger asked as I stepped up the staircase to open the gate. "I...
The light of the hallway is dim and dark yellow giving it an almost darker vibe which Simran is unfamiliar with. She walks down the hallway slowly, looking around at each door as she passes it. Her mind is working overtime trying to fight her morals, her upbringings and making excuses that what she is about to do is not wrong, its just her need which she wan...
First of all I'd like to thank Sunny55235 for the great job on editing this story. He offered superb suggestions, with out changing the story. I really appreciate his work and plan on using his talents in the future. Thank You Sunny! Now, let's get to the story, I hope you enjoy this. Sarah and John had been married for just a year when John sold his famil...
"Wow! I can't believe this line! Are all these people waiting for a turn to freeze their asses off? This is a joke!" The constant complaining of the father in front of me almost became pleasant; against the blaring Christmas carols, the light rail bells and whistles, the passing traffic, the tourists, and the screaming children, this guy seemed benign indeed...
My friend, Doctor Bob, is probably one of the last of the doctors that holds examinations on Saturday. I had a physical that I had to take for a new job and he told me to come in and he'd take care of me. I had gotten there around an hour before he closed as instructed and he'd try to work me in. While sitting there I watched people come in and leave until...
My husband and I live in a high-rise apartment in our mid-western city. Our neighbors in the next apartment are also a married couple, a little younger than we are. We have a lot in common, and we have become close friends. I don't want to use names, not even first names, because you never know who might read this. The woman next door has a job that requ...
THIS adventure, one from real life, really began a long time ago when my wife and I lived in another State. There we were part of a circle of wonderful friends who loved to eat great food, drink a lot of quality wine and play around with the boundaries of marriage and friendship. We never got as far as wife or husband swapping but the sex with our spouses af...
I looked at all of the options, only "loving wives" seemed to fit for this segment. Lord knows I am one, even though my husband of 20 odd years is gone now. I guess I am writing about my life, at first it was about what went before. Now it is almost like a diary. I don't even know why I write, I am not very good at it, not like Ted (my late husband) was. He...
With trepidation and a sudden attack of shyness Hazel almost turns tail and runs for the refuge of her car. It was tempting. Who would even know she had chickened out? Aside from her fiancé Alan, who right now was thousands of miles away across the Atlantic in Philadelphia on a work trip, she hadn't told anyone about the visit to Dr Kovalevich, let alone t...
I'm a doctor with an exclusive private practice in central London and it's the end of the working day. My receptionist has gone. Unexpectedly, the front door buzzer sounds. I answer. It's a woman, a patient I've seen once or twice before, Mrs. Fiona Collingwood. Mrs. Collingwood is 29, beautiful and very wealthy. She has raven-black hair and penetrating bl...