A husband wants to know where all the white women in his conservative suburban town really go at night (NOT knitting circles and gin rummy!) * Rick's wife Dina goes out nights and doesn't come back until late - looking disheveled. She says she's going to crochet and knitting circles or Tupperware parties or girl movie night or scrapbooking or Oprah book cl...
After that summer, I had some experiences with anonymous women on the subways. One time, when I was taking the train to Manhattan I was sitting woman across from an older woman wearing a short pink skirt. She looked at me, licked her lips, and spread her thighs. She kept doing this, giving me peeks at her panties. My cock was getting hard, and I began lickin...
This is the continuation from my first story entitled My New Neighbour Wearing Angora where a man with a mohair and angora fetish fantasizes about his new neighbour. In this story his fantasies come true. ***** My fascination with my neighbor who wore angora remained at the very front of my consciousness following our last meeting on her return from vaca...
Dear Shoeblossom: I met Mariah when she came to rent a room from me some time last year. Mariah is an engaging auburn haired court reporter, with a lovely figure, though somewhat petite. Although I told her she could call me Emmeline, she insisted on calling me Mrs. Kipps. Mariah's a quiet woman, and I was somewhat startled when I accidentally opened one o...
This short story is an entry in the Holidays contest. It is the property of the writer and may not be used by others without his permission. It is almost purely factual. It is entered under the Romance category, and out of respect for the participants, there is no descriptive sex in the story. * 23 December 1958 The Angel was perched on the top of the Ch...
I have had so many request to know what happens next I felt I needed to be fair and give Kelly a voice. Not everyone will agree with this follow up in the series, but the title should give you a heads up on how this tale will end. Everyone makes mistakes, after all we're all human. I would like to thank winterfoxx for his tireless effort in helping me edit...
It will work. It will work. It will work. It's got to work! Maribeth Sullivan kept mentally chanting her mantra as her knitting needles clicked together, weaving the basic stockinette pattern that would become Adam's scarf. Blocks of bright colors stretched across her lap, then dropped to the floor, just resting on the tops of her feet. Just a bit more and...
Hi everyone, It has been a long time. I am sorry to keep you hanging for so long after such a chapter as the previous one. I know, I know; how could I?! Truthfully I intended to complete this chapter much sooner. Since I last wrote we have had a few family deaths (3 within 3 months at one point) and all the fun and games that go along with wills and greedy...
I know finding me in your bed when you come home after a trip away is your favorite thing so I can't resist giving it to you. I hear your heavy footfalls in the hallway moving towards your bedroom and I look up to greet you. Your face lights up as you turn the corner around the door frame. You don't say a word, but instead drop your bag and walk straight for...
The wind had picked up; the night was cold with a steady rain that pelted the old shingles on the cottage. She drew her chair closer to the fire trying to seek its warmth. One of the many disadvantages of being old was that feeling of never being truly warm. The room was small but even so the oil lantern cast eerie shadows on the wall and she felt a shiver m...