There was an old drunkard who occasionally appeared in town. Once a week this old fellow would sell jungle produce in the market. He would then buy cheap liquor and drank straight from the bottle. By the time he got to the third bottle, the scenario changed. He would sing and sometimes gave meaningless speeches. There were times he acted aggressively too. He...
The last five years hadn't been easy for Sydney. With an infirm wife that needed practically all round care it wouldn't be. Not that he begrudged her that. It wasn't her fault. She'd been a good wife to him and so helping her in her needs wasn't a problem. The problem, if it is a problem, was that he is lonely. Sydney Thompson is sixty eight, his wife, Dor...
Sandra Taylor was stood outside her parents' house in the pouring rain, wondering what to do. When she had left school that day there were a few puffy white clouds lazily floating around the sky. However, as she had neared the end of her long walk home, the heavens had opened up and released a torrent of rain. But the rain wasn't her only problem; Sandra ha...
So I had this crazy idea for a story, so I figured, "Why the hell not?" Be gentle, it's my first time sharing my stories with other people!! A special thank you to "sexyinaf" for all the help! * After over ten years since graduation, I finally made it back to a football game. I intentionally chose to not go to homecoming because I really wanted to fly u...
Frisky Old Bird Next Door I've always had a thing for mature women. My first two sexual experiences were with much older women when I was fresh out of high school. And though I've dated mostly women in my age group, even marrying a woman seven years my junior, I'm forever turned on by good looking mature women and would hit one every chance I get, but had e...
Allen sat on the bed. The room was bathed in bright sunlight a far cry to what the weather had been like over the past two and half months. He'd gone to work that morning and what ever he did, he just couldn't concentrate. Since Sarah informed him of her pregnancy, he'd been in a mental turmoil. As he had some lieu time owing from when he helped put in the n...
Chapter 3: Paris My Dear Bartelby 20 June 1727, Boulevard Saint-Germain, Paris Well Bart my good fellow the world turns so quickly. So the old German is dead and the new German is on the throne, at least Cock Robin will keep him in check and the wheels of commerce turning, God bless him. At least the Frogs seem to be behaving themselves after the thrashin...
Summers can be brutally hot, no kidding! While air conditioners were gaining prominence, we didn't have one. Home from college for summer break left me alone most days since my parents worked full time. I never liked the beach, sand isn't pleasant, anywhere, especially in delicate places. Not to mention blistering sun beating down on fair skin. No, summer...
This is an old story lodged far back in my memories, like that small page three poster stuck inside your locker full of memories where the past is mostly all filed away and neatly stored, except that poster showing a young girl sat in the front seat of a car with her legs spread. They're my legs, and my pussy is soaked through. I snap my thoughts back to th...
I was in the loo when the pesky phone rang. It always happens, I'm either on the loo. In bed, or in the blooming bath! I got off the toilet, bum still un-wiped and limped to the phone to have it stop ringing. Once again I reminded the phone and the unthinking caller that they were illegitimate. Trundled back to the loo with locked kneecaps and finished doi...