The Cherry Grove Chronicles I'm forty five years old. I was married to a long cool Sicilian named Susan for about ten years. We had two boys, now grown and in the world, and she was my best friend ever. We divorced because she met a guy, John Dal, who she worked with at a furniture store in Syosset. They had an affair and then apparently fell in love. We...
The manageress of the Orion Clothing Redistribution Center didn't want Andy Ash and his photographer to enter the sorting area. "We are the Press," skinny Jill said. "Well you can press right out of here, off you go," said the woman. Andy said his piece, smoothly. "Ma'am we are going but I would point out this could be a heart-warming story and it would i...
When I was in high school I wasn't exactly a chick magnet. It wasn't all my fault, mind you. I went through puberty much later than the other boys, but when I did, my body went overboard. In an 18-month period I grew a full foot, and I was tormented by horrible growing pains that woke me up screaming every other week. The physical pain was bad enough, but...
We were sitting in our study, getting ready for the new semester that would start shortly when we received a call from Helen saying that something totally unexpected had happened and she would see us tomorrow. She wouldn't say another word because she just couldn't explain it over the phone. We were shocked, of course, and Sandy, who had talked to her, said...
CHAPTER 1 At school Mira Langley earned below average grades and her dismayed parents paid good money for after-school special coaching, to little avail. Mira just wasn't interested in becoming astutely knowledgeable so endeavored to learn only what she thought she needed to know. Her poor grades followed her into high school but at fifteen she began to gro...
Carl and I had been dating a few months and things were going pretty well in the beginning but had fizzled of late. At that time, I was a sophomore at USC and he was a junior. We met in microbiology class, became study partners, and then lovers. I couldn't resist his intellect as well as his dimples. Ironically, when people would see us together for the firs...
I am a cock sucker. I'm married, love my wife, have no intention of leaving my wife, and my preference is for girls. Young girls, to be exact, but I won't cheat on my wife. So, how then, can I be a cock sucker, and not a cheater? Well, my wife does not have a penis. I like sucking on penis, therefore, I'm not cheating, right? OK, there are those who have al...
Later in the evening...Eric's standing at the edge of an ottoman and pumping pussy-drenched cock into my mouth, while I get down on Laura. I'm pounding hard and she's nearing an epic orgasm...I could sense she was going to explode. She bit her lip and thrust against my body, impaling herself on her desires. Her pussy clenched and pulled against me whenever I...
Chapter 4: The shopping trip We arrived at the mall. It was crowded as there were lots of Labor Day and back-to-school sales going on. I dropped the woman off at the main entrance and went to find a parking space. Shirley told me to meet them at Macy's. I finally got parked and headed across the parking lot and into the store to find them. They were talki...
*Note to readers: If you prefer easy, breezy love stories, may I recommend Creative Writing (a true story about an affair with my high school English teacher) or 911, What is Your Emergency? (a fictional May-December romance) or Bagging Lauren (another real-life adventure involving a yours truly and a married Mormon woman.) This one has a fair amount of sc...