I probably would never have thought to describe myself this way, but in recent years a few special friends have come to describe me as a reliable and well-rounded, handyman. Now that does make my smile as I am a man who has dedicated his entire life towards trying to protect, help, and serve others, but I guess I've always tended to simply see myself as a...
Roger a fifty-four years old widower lives in the southern part of the USA. He stood about five-foot five, has average weight, black hair, brown eyes, and a muscular build. He doesn't consider himself handsome, or someone women would find attractive. So he doesn't have an interested in looking for someone, or dating. He spends his week like the average man,...
Many thanks to friend and reader Eric_Shift for his valuable suggestions with some of the dialog in this story. *** Athena bounded up the path from the sea caves, leaping the old steps two and three at a time, scattering kaleidoscopic clouds of birds and bugs. Her muscles burned as she pushed herself harder in anticipation of reaching the crest of the ridg...
The doorbell buzzed as I was rinsing off the shampoo in my hair. "Damn it," I grumbed. If it wasn't the phone with a telemarketer on the other end, it was the doorbell with a false cheery pain-in-my-ass door to door salesman. I decided to ignore it, reaching for the conditioner, but not even a few seconds passed before that damned bell went off again and a...
I hadn't been doing it for very long. Having sex with strangers. You see, my husband and I are recently separated. We haven't been intimate for over two years. And I had only been with him for the sixteen years prior to that. He walked out six weeks ago. Leaving me home alone with our little girl. I was devastated. I don't know why I started perusing the "...
Pilar had just finished painting her nails a deep turquoise - little pinky last - when the buzzer to her apartment rang. Disoriented, she grabbed her phone to check the time and cursed. Getting up from the sofa, she tied up her bathrobe and barely avoided stepping into an empty pizza box before opening the front door to her apartment. "I'm Will. I'm her...
I want to be an actress. I have the face, the body, and now I have the attitude. The face and body I received from my parents, two wonderful, liberated, Americanized Swedes. The attitude I received from one Professor Francois Fantoche. Msr. Fantoche teaches the arts thespian in a small, decrepit looking structure just a few blocks from Broadway; it truly...
Actually, it turned out that I did that dead bolt, the front door dead bolt and all of the inside doors except the two bathrooms before I got to see what was under the bottom portion of her robe. I finally decided that it was up to me to create a situation where she could display herself to me "innocently". Toward that end, so to speak, I laid my pouch on th...
2. The First: I'm Melanie. I'm a 30 year old, married slut who cheats on her husband almost daily, if not even more often than that, because he can't come close to satisfying me and I can't possibly get enough cock anyway. This is another entry in my memoirs. At the time I'm writing this, I've got about eight to ten guys who I count as "boyfriends" -- guy...
I had been away on a spa weekend with my girly friends so was going to surprise my husband by arriving home 4 hours early. He had been so happy for me to spend two nights in a luxury spa hotel I had to repay him the favour, and I knew just how to do it. I crept slowly into the house, and by the sounds of it he was upstairs in our bedroom, probably doing som...