This is all based on a real life story between myself and an older woman, all persons are above the age of 18. My first ever attempt at putting my tales on paper so constructive criticism is welcome. —————————— I have a very busy job in finance and one that has afforded me many luxuries I am blessed with however that has resulted in a limited sex life and...
It was Saturday February the Fourteenth (Saint Valentine’s Day) and it was just after twelve O’clock noon at the start of the afternoon. It was extremely cold and frigid today, for the cold temperature outside was minus forty Celsius and there was a wind-chill factor of two thousand due to the strong gusting north-west wind blowing in the air. Security Offi...
A hose dripped into the plastic pool in the backyard. Cigarette butts littered the overgrown lawn. A rocking horse lay sideways nearby, the springs rusted from being in the rain too long. Gnats swarmed around a half-eaten hostess cupcake. The blue sky and hot sun made it all right. Inside, Steffie was watching T.V. with the sound off, while one of her favo...
Dogging: A British English slang term for engaging in sexual acts in a public or semi-public location... The original definition of dogging—and which is still a closely related activity—is spying on couples having sex in a car or other public places. Elizabeth After being back to our Wellfleet home for a month or so, Ken and I realized that we missed our e...
The news had been expected for weeks, all London anticipating the celebration of Victory in Europe. When the confirmation of Germany's surrender emerged on the BBC News broadcast, the next day, Tuesday 8 June 1945, was declared a Bank Holiday, to celebrate the end of a war where the civilians of Great Britain had been on the front line for five years and ni...
I don't travel by bus very often as I prefer the comfort and convenience of my car. However last week I found it easier to go into Central London by bus. It was getting towards rush hour in the evening and so the bus was very busy. Luckily I got myself a seat halfway up the bus on the aisle and was grateful. A little about myself first – I am a mature male,...
My name is Madeline Jean-Christophe Bradshaw. I'm a plump White chick in her early fifties living in the city of Nepean, Province of Ontario. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, kind of curvy, with short blonde hair and pale green eyes. I worked as a Professor of Economics at the University of Ottawa for two decades and recently retired. My conservative hu...
(Note to Readers: The characters in this story are much older than 18. The sex is straight-female-and-male, with an unusual aspect at the end. It's a short story, so you'll know the aspect soon enough. This is an entry in the Summer Lovin' contest.) June 4. Right about the time that I'd hear from Margaret. Sure enough, earlier today I got an e-mail from her...
Copyright (c) 2009 by Michele Nylons By the time Mike Harris boarded his Continental Airlines flight out of Houston bound for New York he was shagged. The cheery "welcome aboard" issued with a smile by the cabin staff at the door of the aircraft was about as insincere as the offer he had turned down at the business meeting he had just attended. To make ma...
The black leather hugged her curves as she crept into the dark room. The city lights flickered in the air below as the nights beat wound down. It was nearing sunrise already cats howled as instinct took over and forced the nocturnal wanderers homeward. But Batgirl was still out, her mind buzzing with possibilities and consequences, her knees weakened from...