SIX On Thursday Patricia and I left Manchester and drove back to Newcastle through the Pennine Hills rather than taking the motorways. There had been no snow for over a week on the top, so the roads were quite passable. It was the last day of our break and while I was a gentleman of leisure, if you can call therapy leisure, Trish was back at work the nex...
Finally, I have gotten enough of my male life behind me that I understand that to be a good lover to a mature woman you have to have been through all the stages. The "What do I do?" early stages, the awkward first times together, the twenties when you fall off the bed and pass out, the thirties when every man knows his woman can kill him with her pussy if sh...
I had been kneeling in front of Ms. Panington for some time as she finished her breakfast of omelet, bacon, toast, and orange juice. My mind was firing in a confused fashion and I was unsure which of many thoughts, feelings, and impulses to pay attention to, and which to ignore. Fight or flight was quite pronounced and I contemplated getting up then and ther...
Today was my personal anniversary. I was celebrating 30-16-6-3 and six-months. Confused? It's easily really, for thirty years I've been married; for sixteen years I have been the care giver to my disabled wife; it has been six years since my wife and I have had sex; it has been three years since I tried to find relief with and escort and found it is not my s...
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To the reader: This story could have been submitted under a couple different categories but my editor suggested Interracial Love. I tend to go along with those suggestions. My editor also said it might be a bit controversial. I hope so. Thanks jo for doing the hard work of editing and making everything better. Day 1 "Tony wake up, I think my water just b...
"I am a nasty cock hungry whore that loves sex, I want my co-workers at work to know just how easy I am to have sex with. I want them to know just how easy I am to fuck and suck them off. I don't care if they call me names, I love being called dirty names, and it makes me feel good to know that they know I am a whore waiting to get fucked. I want the women t...
CHAPTER ELEVEN: Lost Jennifer Morris had thought long and hard over the nearly thirty-minute car journey home through relatively quiet roads from the hospital on Monday night. She really wanted to talk to someone, anyone, about all the confusing thoughts and hopes and wishes, desires even, which filled her head with the tumult of conflicting indices. She b...
Chapter 33 The Makeover When Nancy turned 57, she looked at herself in the mirror and made a decision she had been contemplating for some time. She told Paul that she was going to make an appointment with a plastic surgeon that her sister recommended and have her breasts raised and augmented as well as having a tummy tuck to remove the middle-age, post-pre...
Ann was standing in the door of her hotel room, dressed in a sexy, elegant evening gown. I was standing in the hallway, stunned that she was actually standing there. I'd gotten two messages from her, both telling me that her trip to come out and be with me for the week was going to be delayed, and as a result, I was disappointed when I knocked on the hotel d...