I couldn't believe that after all these years my old desires were still as pleasurable as ever. Maybe it was something that had always lain dormant in me; something that I tried to repress, but it had only needed a slight trigger to rise to the surface again. I am 29 and I have been married for seven years to a wonderful guy called Alex. Life was wonderful....
(For the benefit of American readers, one stone in weight is equal to 14 pounds.) For me, 1993 was a memorable year in many ways. I turned 18 and became a 'man'; I lost my virginity; my football team, Sheffield Wednesday, reached two cup finals, losing both; I became the first member of my family to win a place at university; Bill Clinton, the first really...
Chapter 4: Dating and meeting people I showed up at Martha's house on New Year's Eve. There were quite a few people there. Lee (Martha's husband) came over and handed me a beer. I thought about telling him I was only twenty but decided, to hell with it. I was going to have a good time. Most of the people at the New Years party were probably in their thirti...
My name is Scott. Something I always dreamed of happened a few years ago, but not the way I wanted it. Six years ago, I moved to Bloomington to manage one of my company's factories. The pay was good, but I didn't know anyone there! That's why I joined a bowling league. I put my name on a list for teams that needed a fifth player to fill out their roster. Si...
Stuffy.... officious... prude! Lauren ran through the list of insults in her head. Her Vehement hatred blazed clearly in her eyes. Overpaid! She brushed brusquely past an office secretary, who made a slight sound of protest, which was stifled by Lauren's incredible rage. Lauren reached the elevators at long last and pounded the button for the bottom floor,...
I Uncle Bart I can remember Uncle Bart there at wharf side. Two stevedores were fighting, just pounding each other with their fists. They were standing off and round housing one another and you could hear the blows landing. My uncle walked in between them and grabbed each with one meaty paw, separating them. He talked to them each in turn, head swiveling fr...
Toni called being very apologetic, asking if I minded watching our little girl while she attended a party thrown by a friend of Gingers. I told her it was no problem, not to worry, and to have a good time. Wanting to make sure she would be safe, I asked if she or someone else was going to drive. Though Toni was very conservative with her actions, she didn't...
My story begins at a cocktail party in the home of a friend from work. The department I work in is quite large and most of the employees are in their late twenties or early thirties and it seems that at least once a month and sometimes more often, someone from the department has a party. I was drinking a beer and chatting with Vicki, a long legged beauty wit...
Inspired by a news paper and TV item about two old ladies setting off on a repeat car rally, but only part of it and not in a rally event, just for fun. ***** "Look what I've got," giggled Bron, Always the quickest of the two in spotting, noticing, thinking, doing and acting on things. Triumphantly she held up a noisily sealed package and tossing them to T...
Anna was the first wife of Ali, a serious 40-something Jordanian engineer. For a long time, she was the one. Anna loved Ali. She had loved him from the first days she met him at the university in her country where he went to study. There were plenty of handsome, healthy, strong and even smart Slavic boys, but she was used to them. That tall, handsome, right...