A sleepy suburb in upstate New York during the Summer of 1972. The following is a fond memory of a wonderful woman. **** 1. Coming home. It was good to be coming home, and even though I was exhausted from driving back halfway across the country I still felt a rush at seeing the old neighborhood again after nine months away. My parents were not home, havin...
Edited by the incomparable "Wires" as was TATTLETALE. To my eternal shame I failed to annotate TATTLETALE to credit Wires for his assistance. I hope he forgives me. His efforts have improved all my stories he has edited and this one is no different. Emily sat at the table crying while she watched her husband and best friend walk from the restaurant quietly...
Rick pulled up into the drive after an especially hard day at the power plant, glad that he'd tacked an extra day off onto his vacation. He was exhausted — ready for a shower and a lazy weekend. Loud music greeted him as soon as he opened the car door. He shook his head and chuckled, making his way to the door. Most of the neighbors complained, and hi...
In "Loving Rita," I and Rita, my 58 years old neighbor on Lake Lausanne became lovers. In Ch. 2, Maria and Brian became lovers. In this story, Lucy, Rita’s friend is loved by young Joey, and Rita and I love each other. I thank readers Sam and Sporty for suggestions. Hope you enjoy this story; please don't forget to vote. Thanks. Andru. Chapter 3: Lucky Joey...
BUTTERMILK BOWL (possibly Sadistic Spouse in Buttermilk Falls) "But I've not cum in six weeks, Dusty" Crake Ingledew said to his demure spouse. Dusty looked up from her "Cosmo" long pink nails tapping an article discussing depilatory body hair removal. She is so beautiful! Crake thought. Languid hazel eyes with long lashes, the dark eyebrows frowning irrit...
Note: All sexual activity in this story occurs between consenting adults who were at least 18 years of age at the time of all activity. I'm Jill, and I'm a year younger than my neighbor and dear friend Kyle. We grew up in a very repressed environment in the rural Midwest, both with strict Protestant upbringings, and had known each other since grade school....
On a Wednesday afternoon my cell phone went off with an out of area number I didn't recognize. I was just about wrapped up for the afternoon and was the only one left in my office. I picked up the call to find an old friend and neighbor, Dave on the phone. Dave had lived across from Jolene and I for many years and is actually the father of the young man, And...
The old postman Martin Renshaw gets some unexpected surprises and twists when sexy housewife Connie Becker shares her own fun filled fantasy adventures his way. But Connie's actions aren't random as Marty discovers at the end of his final adventure as a postman. ***** There was a hollow sort of satisfaction coupled with an empty feeling as Martin Renshaw s...
The very first time I saw Tiffany Cattrell and her mother Carman was 2 and a half years ago, on the Saturday morning that they moved into my apartment complex, four doors down from me. It was unlike any other moving process I had ever seen before. There were no Ryder trucks or other moving vans or throng of friends and family helping to unload the two women...
She didn’t know his name or even what he looked like, this was very common when all your friends seemed to originate from cyberspace. The only thing she knew about the man was that he was six feet tall, his name was David and he was infatuated with her. David wrote erotica stories some short, some novellas, he was famous though no one knew what he looked lik...