The party was everything I expected it to be. Not one to enjoy large social gatherings, the party itself was something of a bore for me. My guests were co-workers and friends from out of state, and they were enjoying it so much more then I was. Hey, just because it's my party doesn't mean that I want to ruin other people's fun. I'd smile, laugh, and act like...
Watching Susan and the baby playing in the pool reminded me of Jamaica. Susan was tanned and fit Working out, Susan was in the best shape ever. Her stomach muscles were firm and her legs were buff from lifting. Susan's tits were larger now, since she was still breast feeding. The baby had just learned to walk and was really getting big. Ronnie ambled over...
The next morning came early. I was tired and dragged myself out of bed. By the time I arrived at the office I was ready for whatever changes Stephen wanted to be made to the reports. I wore a simple short black dress, no bra, thong underwear and high heels. Knowing my brain wouldn't be as sharp because of my lack of sleep, feeling and looking sexy would give...
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Author's note: This is the second part of a two-part series of stories in the fourth semi-annual Jake Rivers Invitational, this one based on country-and-western songs. This story is based on John Prine's "Angel From Montgomery," as sung by Bonnie Raitt. It picks up after Rosalie, describing her first true love to her recently-heartbroken granddaughter, tell...
Please read chapter 1 & 2 before beginning this chapter. While this chapter can be read as a stand alone story it is entirely dependent on the events of the earlier chapters. A writer thrives on your feedback. Please take a moment to vote and leave a comment if you feel so inclined. I hope you enjoy my scribbling. * I awoke, confused, to the sounds of near...
Foreword: Ok, after reading "Something We Have to Talk About" and the two sequels by Nici, my teeth started itching again, and my mild OCD kicked in. I HATE stupid women like Susan! I read Tx Tall Tales's sequels, and they were ok. I like Triple T's work, most of the time. However, I felt that that tale didn't go quite the direction I wanted it to go. That'...
Based on real people and events, but in a fictionalized form. It was just before our eighth anniversary when my first marriage fell apart, though neither of us knew it, not precisely, not then. Glennie and I had been married following a protracted courtship and engagement. Hindsight being what it is and all, I'd have to say she seemed desperately unenthusi...
Mrs. Malone sat at her desk, her eyes staring at the young man in front of her. There he was the object of her newborn sexual wish, her hottest and wettest desires for the past few nights, standing like a young black god, in the flesh, his dark black skin shining under her office's fluorescent office lights. Shocked as she was at the boldness of the boy, who...
Damn! He was in love with her. Almost five and a half years together now, and still whenever he thought of her, his heart would swell until his chest ached. His heart was not the only organ to increase in size with thoughts of her. His only regret in life was the forty-five years he had spent looking for a partner and lover like her. There had been two ex...