Most people would think travelling the world would be exciting, you've done it for so long you can only think of it as boring..... Another flight another, crowded airport, another meeting, another identical hotel! You sometimes even lose track of which country you're in, this it you've returned to England and you're able to use the flat you own in London, af...
My girlfriend Jean and I were sitting in front of the expansive picture window in my Grandmother's living room. The house was set back about 150 yards from a big lake and the view of the shore was framed by the trees of the north woods. My Grandmother went to the hall closet and returned with a pair of binoculars. We took turns looking through them, out this...
"Do you want me to take my clothes off?" she asks. "Yes," he replies, reclining back in the big leather chair. She nods, but looks past him, staring out across the grey panorama of the city beyond the window. She allows herself a thin smile as she reaches for the top button of her blouse. She runs her fingers down her front, deftly popping each of the butt...
I met him in a hotel bar. I was staying over for work. He looked at me as if I was the tastiest thing he'd ever seen. I was married, but that hadn't stopped me in the past. My husband and I had been going through some sexual incompatibility issues for a while. I made sure he saw me looking, then went for a cigarette. Sure enough, he followed me. Of course...
Both principle characters are over the age of eighteen. -SB ----------------------------------------- The anticipation was almost unbearable as she drove to the airport to pick him up. He’d only been gone for four days, but the nights alone in bed were unbearable for her, along with the knowledge that he was so far away from her, and so far out of his el...
Slowly he paced back and forth in his room waiting for here arrival. They had met earlier and had a early supper and now she was due at his room. He stopped dead in his tracks and his heart skipped a beat when he heard a soft knock at the door. Slowly he opened it to find her looking shyly on the other side. Quickly regaining his compusure he invited her...
It was a bitterly cold evening and it was only September. I remembered viewing the house a year ago and demanding that I had the top bedroom – well how I regretted that now. The room was a converted attic and had no central heating; a slanting ceiling cast both sides of the room in darkness leaving my desk the only space where the flimsy light bulb could bea...
Smoke Signals The smoke from her cigarette seemed to take forever to reach the ceiling. Standing behind her chair, hungrily sniffing her hair, I knew what was going to happen when that cigarette would have been put out. I was going to be the center of her attention. I knew all the conversation was over because we had known each other a long time. Yet someh...
A note from the author - All of the chapters in this story will be listed in the loving wives section, but the plots within them may include a few of the other genres! Let yourself be open when reading something you wouldn't normally read. Amy and Joanna are loving wives to their husbands. And as the title aptly says, Our Trip to Canada, do not expect a tour...
Thank you PaulX35. To all the women reading this, especially the younger ones, I am a woman in my late twenties. I have been involved with a man years my senior for some time now. Mature men really know how to please a woman; their experience and knowledge of sex just can’t be compared with the 'boys'. Put simply, they know what hot sex is. The evening was...