Esther groaned as she pushed her body to the limit, muscles straining, rising and falling again and again. Exhausted from her exertions she nonetheless kept repeating her efforts until finally she could take no more. As her strength failed she was grateful that Stephen was there to catch her, the weight of the bar taken easily by his hands. The raven haire...
Chapter 3: Watching the Stars Duncan fondly studied the woman beside him. He sure understood how she could feel so discouraged. It had been a tough day. What with her husband abandoning her in the middle of nowhere with a broken car. Then the SOB yelled and sneered at her as a means of feeling better about himself. Helen had confided in Duncan that this wa...
[Author's note: From this point in the story, the characters will begin to interact with characters from the series; "Cherry Takes on the NFL" To avoid any confusion on my reader's part, a familiarity with both series would be helpful. Thank you for taking the time to read and for all your wonderful encouragement.] The party wound down and Jim stayed behin...
This is one of a series of stories about our soft swing adventures. If you have not done so, please read our introduction to these entitled "Soft Beginnings". * I am Stephen, my wife is Marie. This is an account of a fairly recent adventure. We arrived at an RV park not too far from Mobile, Alabama for a week long stay. While sitting outside our motorhome...
Looking back on those heady post-millennium days, it was easy to see why we thought it would need ever end. We were 'masters of the universe' and we had it all. I had a job as a well-paid trader in the City and a trophy girlfriend. The working hours at the investment bank were brutal but we played hard, enjoying the fruits of our labours and of the vines unt...
It was a typical scene...Tuesday brunch at the local Denny's. A quartet of gray haired folk shuffled in and were promptly led to a comfy booth in the corner. Hal and Les sat on the outside, while Edith and Aggie sat between them. They were immersed in conversation when the waitress approached the table. She was young - probably about twenty and very attract...
All people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen. ***** A painter with a remarkably steady hand was writing the name Peter Jokland with a long, thin pinstriping brush. The white letters seemed to flow off the tiny brush onto the green paint below like they were meant to be there. "Can you put Jock in the middle, with little quotation...
Hi. My name is Leviah -- the Hebrew term for "lioness". My parents were not Jewish, but they loved Israel very much (especially Tel Aviv-Yafo -- they found Jerusalem much too bigoted for their taste) and, when my mother bore a couple of twins, they named my brother "Arieh" [= Lion] and me "Leviah". When I attended high school, such a name became a problem,...
The next morning, I woke up sore but happy. I dreamed about Carol, imagining the two of us in a hot 69. My fingers had moved between my thighs by themselves, and I woke myself in the middle of the night with my fingers running over my clit. I teased myself to a nice orgasm, imagining it was Carol's hot tongue dancing over my clit and inside my pussy. I took...
Chapter 1 I'm one of the lucky ones. I went to work in a really good job right out of college and was in the right place at the right time to be offered an early retirement buyout package when I was fifty-six. Yeah, how about that? And, it was a good package, too good to turn down. So, I retired at fifty-six and my wife, Karen, she was fifty-three at the t...