This is the sequel to "Dear Mother". I had a lot of readers request a follow up and for a while I was reluctant. I needed a storyline and a dose of motivation. I hope this meets your expectations. It isn't necessary to read the original story to understand what's going on in this one, but it will help you fill in the gaps. My thanks to Jayt444 for his editin...
I awoke the next morning completely refreshed and not even a little bit horny, notwithstanding the usual morning wood. It was early, a little after 6:30, but I was wide awake so I got up and dug around for something to slip on so that I could go start the coffee. I found a thick white terry robe in the closet, not mine, and assumed it was something Ron had a...
W.F. Stuart Teaching College is in the foothills, overlooked by the elite suburbs. It's the closest that ordinary folk can get to high living. Above the college are winding leafy roads with mansion after estate after villa. Deckings stilted above slopes, infinity pools cut into rock. Below the college was suburbia; rows of mostly untidy little boxes with sim...
Chapter 1 of a fantasy story - I will write more if people like it... The room is quiet and dark, the woman sitting on the only chair is waiting. She is in her late 30's; attractive with large, heavy breasts and a trim, curvaceous figure. She is dressed in a skirt that is too short for her, a top that is very low and shows off her cleavage and her long legs...
"Mmmmmm, that feels good," Sophie moaned as Mike flicked at her earlobe lightly with his tongue before moving to suck the side of her neck, causing her to writhe against him in pleasure, her eyes shut as she reveled in the sensations he provoked in her. The last few weeks had been utterly perfect - Mike had been nothing but sweet and attentive, and him con...
It had been a very long day. I was on my way home from work. As I sat in traffic I started thinking the wonderful dinner that would waiting for me when I arrived. When I finally pulled in the driveway the street lights were coming on. I walked in the house and the first thing I see is my wife sitting on the couch watching TV. Looking around the room it becam...
"Hi, I am Randy." I am in my fifties and for the longest time I have been wanting to learn piano. But as the Late John Lennen said, "Life it gets between you and what you want to do." Also I was moving around and that can be difficult when you have a lot of money invested in a piano. In my late fourties I decided to get down and serious about piano. I hear...
Five years. Five years, in which so much had happened, so many things had changed – in her mind at least. But as she sat across from him now, talking of vacations and his sister – one of her oldest friends – and their recent pasts and future plans, it seemed, in some ways, as if they had only seen each other the previous month. She hadn't known he was there...
My wife and I, who collaborate to write these stories, are not Winn and Will. They are not real people. While real headlines and events may be referenced for setting, our stories depict FICTIONAL events and people, and ALL characters involved in sexual situations are consenting adults. -- DRESSED "Tell me something about yourself. Doesn't matter what." W...
Ch.7 Reflections of Deception JT and the club rode into Stockton the day of the meet, a few hours before schedule. They met up with Benny and Lamont and noticed the small army of black youths they brought with them. The numbers looked impressive enough, but the average age of seventeen worried him greatly. They stopped and got off the bike...