This is the ninth part of the Mrs. Wentworth saga. It comes after "Mrs. Wentworth and Stephen." It moves slowly and I like it that way. I always appreciate comments and suggestions and thoughts and I reply to every feedback that has a reply email in it. Enjoy. ***** The last week had been a whirlwind of emotions for me. I started annoyed at my Mom. She har...
PRELUDE Gilda Cummings was horrified by what she saw when she arrived home a day early. She had been on a business trip and her last appointment cancelled so she caught an early flight home. Her 19-year-old niece, Bridget was staying with her and she had asked if she could have some girl friends over to use the swimming pool. Gilda had given her permission...
Copyright (c) 2003: All characters, events, and text in this story are purely fictional, and are created by and the sole property of the author. All rights reserved. Writer's Note: Why does our society, which values professional counseling and training, leave sexual training to chance? What if inexperienced young men were mentored by sensitive mature women?...
This is a follow-up to the very first story I submitted here, “Carnival.” Yes, it’s a story, with conversation in between the orgasms and everything. Stroke purists just need to be patient. There’s plenty of good stuff and you will come to it. At least, I hope you do. So here it was Saturday night, and I was sitting in a church I don’t go to, listening to m...
Prologue Allan awoke with dawn's sunlight splashing across his face. Gretchen was not in the bed. He sat up and scanned the room but she wasn't there. He saw the ivory parchment envelop on her pillow. It was addressed to 'Allan' with a lipstick smooch beneath his name. Maybe she had gone to breakfast and wanted him to meet her there. He opened and read the...
Well, Jocelyn, you don't look that bad for a forty-eight-year-old mother of four. Yes, not that bad. Mom always said that being Chinese helped in slowing down the aging process and as much as I hate to admit it, she was correct. While I have some wrinkles by the corners of my eyes and a little smile lines around my mouth, I've been told that I have a youthfu...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a submission for the Winter Holidays contest. I had to hurry and finish this to get it done in time. Would have made it longer, but I'm sure you'll like it anyway. If you do, make sure to vote! * Fatigue set in well before the last shot, which seemed to take forever. Those of us not wrapped for the night stood shivering in the night...
Chapter Three - Shopgirl Mary Pilson found that for a woman her age, living on her own was not easy. What little money she had saved she used to rent a dingy one-room coldwater flat. She managed to find a job as a shopgirl for minimum wages and long hours. She started at seven in the morning and finished at six in the evening. Mary had just enough time to c...
In this story best friend stacked, Jewish MILF attorney fucks 2 black studs and 18 year old German stud. Powerful MILF Attorney At 60 she was a mother of twin college aged girls who were in their first year of college. Not only sexy but she was one of the most powerful and feared attorneys in Los Angeles. She represented very wealthy clients in the commerc...
I don't want to open my eyes. It feels so peaceful and warm lying in my bed listening to the rain falling on my roof. The little drops create a rhythmic pattern, a song if you will as they plummet and splash one by one. You may be hard pressed to appreciate the rain. Maybe you don't see the beauty in a sky painted in shades of gray, may consider it bleak o...