Helen had to be quick at finding excuses. It was something she had always been good at and her explanation for the theft of her bag and why she had taken to her bed early that evening matched the questions that Jack wanted to know. The theft was a quick snatch on her way to university that left her feeling depressed, and going home to bed was her way of forg...
Part 1 New to the Club As I was sitting at the orientation in the Mature Fantasy Club with my wife Lauren, I reflected briefly on the events leading to my being here. My name is Jay. A few months ago I retired from an executive position with a corporation in the Midwest and moved to a retirement community in the South to enjoy the Golden Years. I was fairl...
Stories? Writing them is what we are here for. To practice the trade and art of putting pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard. Drawing from out of our back brains ideas that other will find worth the time it takes to read. But where do they come from? What's a good source? Well life of course. Don't try to draw them from a vacuum. Pull them instead from the...
The next morning had come and Christine switched her phone on, John had already left for work.It was about mid-morning and she was already planning on how to apologize to Paul.She thought of doing so through a text message but everything she typed out felt so simple...She tried to think of a way to word a message until she finally gave up.She went to her clo...
Jake Hancock was totally responsible for two of the most unexpected events of my life. At the ripe old age of thirty-eight, I should have had nothing to do with a twenty-three year old man with only a single desire on his mind. However, life often takes curious and unwarranted turns when you least expect them. I know mine did, and it was entirely due to corr...
I had met her in my favorite local pub, she being behind it and serving me my favorite libation. She was just back from graduate school for the summer. Kate poured a strong drink and melted me with her beautiful eyes and outgoing personality. It seemed that when things got slow, she would gravitate to me for conversation. Why I did not know, but I graciously...
There's no wild sex in this story, just some mature romance. For the formula stuff with all the four letter words, you'd best go elsewhere. This is a close to the truth, quiet story about an older man and woman who meet later in life. Both participants are over eighteen. Way, way over. * I'm officially an old man. I'm not angry about it but I'm not always...
We met online, how very modern of us. Not on a dating site, let's just say by chance, destiny? The romantic in me would like to think so. I don't believe either of us was looking for this connection, but it was there right from the start. You told me you were married, you knew I was not. We aren't kids anymore and should be mature enough to have an online fr...
Paul arrived at University for his first lecture on Monday morning, his last lecture of the day was at eleven but that had been cancelled because the lecturer was attending a funeral. Paul changed his Google calendar to show that he was now free between eleven and six this evening. Within five minutes, Paul had a message from his mum, asking if he was free a...
My marriage had finally fallen apart, there hadn't been much left to hold it together. My shrew wife had left me for a wealthy older man and I found that I was actually grateful. Nonetheless I felt sorely in need of a holiday and was pleased to be able to use my parents' apartment in Portugal for two long weeks. I arrived at Heathrow airport early on Saturd...