Amanda had thoroughly enjoyed her life since graduation. With her outstanding academic performance, she'd easily landed a well-paid job in a big firm and soon had herself a new car and a big bank loan for a small townhouse. She'd been able to stay in the same city, which was good because she wasn't far from family and friends. As an active, trained sexual su...
Cora opened her eyes and squinted at the daylight. She had fallen asleep in the passenger seat of her mother's SUV. They had been driving for nearly three hours and were reaching their destination. Cora woke up just in time to drink in the beautiful countryside of Trimbridge, a small town in the middle of nowhere Pennsylvania. She had grown up running thro...
Let me take a moment to thank al those who have written to me, sent pictures and e-mails. I want to thank ladies and the few married couples first. I think it is wonderful that mature couples can read my stories and get a warm glow that last thru out the day. I have made friends with a lady near my age that is also a widow. We have much in common and are g...
Chapter 25 – Escalating incentives to motivate work crew The men worked the next day, but not at quite the feverish pace they'd put on the week before. This didn't surprise anyone as the men were really tired, plus they'd each had to masturbate before leaving the house the night before, to even make their lives tolerable. To make things a little better, the...
HOUSE FOR SALE Life was finally perfect in our wacky perverted world. Hank and Helen came down to spend a few weekends with us for our wild games. Often our kids made things awkward. But by this time they were old enough to stay together or with friends. Before this, with luck and begging we usually had a free family member babysitter when we camped alone....
"Annie, you take them children up third floor. They like to wear Miz. Irene out on the trip. And you, Toby, stop moonin' over Annie and get the ice chest goods into the house and in the ice box. You got ice in the ice box didn't you?" "Yes ma'am," Toby answered as he trotted out the kitchen door and down to the Buick car in the drive below. "And you, Miz....
This story is set in colonial Kenya in the 1920s and 30s. The Happy Valley crowd actually existed, as did the house called Clouds as described at length in the movie 'White Mischief' based on the book by the same name. The narrator, however is highly fictional, as in those days not many Africans could read and write, much less put down a story like this. Wel...
Hello, this short story presents a (my) conclusion to the two stories - "Something We Have to Talk About" by nici - which is the original story line. And the companion story - "Nothing To Talk About" by poorrichard. I was intrigued by nici's concept of the story, but it left me hanging in "mid-mind". Then poorrichard added his version of how the principle ch...
Originally this was to be the conclusion of the Megan and Kyle story arc and the launch of a new series. It is written from a different viewpoint, and all the stories were to take place in the same location, a series of beach houses. At this point, I view the new series sort of like a failed pilot for a TV show. An interesting idea that I may return to somed...
Traffic crawled to a standstill as the sun sank lower in the sky. Inside his recently purchased, but slightly used, Honda Civic, Jacob sat mumbling expletives under his breath. The sea of brake lights seemed to stretch on forever in front of him with no end in sight. Letting out a yawn, Jacob toyed with the buttons on the radio and pondered the choices in li...