THOSE DAYS OF SURPRISES Chapter 51 Thoughts, Talk and Action But even as we prepared to eat, something Barbara had said was nagging away inside my head, what she had said about me still having a small but special place for Sheila - and that she actually filled two such places, one as my first love, another as my first fuck. If that was true - and I felt q...
My thanks to ErikThread and Derek for their editing skills and helpful suggestions, as well as the eagle eye of GordonJ who found my little oversights and let me know as he went along. Thank you all three. I hope you enjoy our mutual efforts. This story doesn't fit any neat category. It isn't really science fiction, more like a fantasy. I'll let you the rea...
I was rather slow when it came to dating. My love life moved at glacial speed until I met my wife. In high school I was skinny and too short to be any good at sports. At school and in the town I grew up in outside Sioux City, I got pushed around a lot by other boys, all of which translated into a lack of confidence. Particularly around women. When I got to...
Bret leaned on the bar twirling the scotch in the glass, gazing into it intently. His buddy, Randy, perched on a stool on his left They had been there since they got off work, just talking and watching sports on the big screen TV. It was a usual Thursday evening. Bret's wife, Pat, was at yoga on Thursday evening so, instead of going home to an empty house, B...
Copyright PennameWombat July 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual...
Note: All persons used in this novel are fictitious. Although the areas used in this novel are real, the streets, buildings, roadways, recreational areas, and other points of interest used to make this interesting reading for you, are neither at the exact heights, or in the location described. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity,...
Chapter 3: Robin The slapping of skin echoed through the room and mixed with the grunts and groans as I pounded into Robin's ass repeatedly. "Oh shit Frank, harder. Fuck me harder." I increased the pace like she asked and felt my balls start to tingle with my impending orgasm. I'd already unloaded into her pussy and after a short rest, intended on filling...
Chapter 1 Lying here in bed, just staring at the ceiling, the glow of the morning sun making the room an amber light. I can also feel the fresh breeze on my face, as the window is open now due to the warm nights. Spring is here. Soon it will be summer again. It will be my first summer in Lemsford Village. My place of residence for the last seven months, try...
this story, like life often does, took an unexpected turn for the writer; i.e., this is not the story I planned to write when I started. It is, however, in my view, a satisfying story, and I hope it will find its audience. Still, there is the story I had planned to write, waiting to be told. That second version will be posted in a week or so. Jb7 Paid to Se...
By way of introduction: Like "Marsha and Gary", though still a loving wives tale, this does not follow the traditional 'Loving Wives' formula so stop now if that's your interest. Also for the skimmers and 'nonreaders' don't waste your time, go someplace else. And also, the opening for this story has the same setting as another story I wrote that I pulle...