This is a work of fiction. All names and characters are fictitious. The narrator is a 46 y/o female, we will call Allie. She is divorced, lives alone, has a grown daughter, son-in-law, and year old grandson. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You're joking," I said. "Hear me out. He likes you, trusts you. Maybe he'll tell you what's wrong." The desperation in my long-tim...
They were married. They were always married. Maggie always got there too late, but her intentions were good. She made one last house call to her dear friend. He was always there for her, for whatever she needed. He knew she lived alone and knew she was always in the right frame of mind. That last night was the one he'd remember though. They met in a publi...
Author's Note: This one isn't my usual style of story, but I was proud of it and hope the readers enjoy it as well. Let me know, won't you? ~~BrettJ Dr. Seymour Bernstein looked at his day planner and saw that his first patient of the day was Kay Silvers. "Kay" was the initial of her first name, because the attractive, 35-year old had several and they all...
This is Jeya. I always have this feel that makes me think that I should be helpful to other people in ANY way. This is a slow story contains less number of hard core stuff. Please ignore this story if it doesn't suit your taste. And yeah, my English sucks. Well, I couldn't think any preface/intro to this story. I request you to read this and review. If yo...
It is getting to be a few years ago now, I found myself in a small town at Christmas. It was an unusual time in my life. Cancer had ended my failing marriage of fifteen years and for the first time since I was a teen I found myself single. What do single people do at Christmas? In my case, I went home. I had left my small town the day after high school had...
Part II After having overheard one of my employees having phone sex with her boyfriend (another of my employees) and having received apologetic and then provocative e-mails from her, I went home to my wife. Later That Night "So did you get turned on?" my wife asked as we lay in bed watching Letterman. "Yeah, kind of" I replied honestly. "Do you think...
I met her on the Internet. WAIT! Don't hit the back yet. I know there are thousands of stories about people who have met on the Internet. This is NOT one of them. Yes, we kinda met on the Internet, but it's more like the Internet was an enabler that made these events possible. It never could have happened without the fortunate series of events that occurred...
The following day after my intimate moments in the library with Romina, I felt an overwhelming compulsion to tell someone about my incredible experience with her. I call up my friend Lucy and meet up with her for a drink. Over a few beers I slowly recount my story about the development of my attraction to T-girls. I am so embarrassed and struggle to find t...
Maria Connor answered the knock on the door of her Coronation Street home with some trepidation, for she knew who it was and was not sure how it would all pan out. The guy at the door was Chris Grey. He was the ex of Cheryl, who was now living with Lloyd. Maria had been told that Chris had beaten Cheryl, and to steer clear of him. But it had been so long...
I awoke with a start. Heart hammering, I turned over to see what presumptuous man had crawled into my bed. Seeing the dark-hair and strong face, I understood last night hadn't been wishful thinking or erotic dreams. James really had come to my bed last night in an attempt to comfort my inconsolable heart. I dreamily traced his thin upper lip with a curious f...