Sandra is your typical girl-next-door, suburban mom from New Jersey, but she has a naughty side that she loves to explore every once in a while. Bottom line...she loves being with beautiful women. Their smell, their softness, how they taste, everything about them turns her on. She didn't realize any of this until one evening abo...
When the knock on my apartment door came I answered the door expecting to find the delivery boy from the pizzeria down the street. Instead I found myself face to face with a man in the uniform of a Chief Petty Officer in the US Navy carrying a clipboard. "Lt. Paul Chapman?" He asked. I nodded. "Sign here," he said. "Hold one a moment," I said. "Just what...
I must thank Techsan and my Lady Cibelle for their patience, proof reading and editing skills. But I must also add, as I can't leave a story alone, I could well have added some cock-ups after they have seen it and before it gets posted. That should keep the GPs happy at least. Chapter 4: Crying Time Again On the way back home I stopped over in San Francisc...
This work is copyrighted to the author and the Unfaithful Wife Organisation © 2003. Authors Note: This and other Kelly Farmer stories are set in the late fifties to early sixties. I finished this story just as the second gulf war started and because of that haven’t published it until now. ---------------------------- Kelly Farmer looked once more at her...
Authors Foreword. This story could be another story about 'the people next door.' I have throttled back on the big words, and the sex going on does not increase the reader's heart rate. I am getting some good feedback via private. Thank you. ***** Barbara Gaston, a financial analyst for one of the nation's medium sized investment and retirement planning f...
Hi Everybody, As the title suggests this time I'm revisiting one of my old stories. My Dilemma was posted at the end of May last year to mixed comments with many readers not happy that I left the end of the story up to their imagination. At the time I really couldn't decide how I could do it. Recently an idea for an ending occurred to me and My Dilemma Re...
Charlie Barrett smiled and sang along with the radio as he sped home along the back roads toward his home. It was a three-day weekend, and his manager allowed the staff to leave early as a reward for good performance. Charlie knew that there would be a two hour window before his children arrived home from school. He also knew that it had been exactly two wee...
Andrew Anderson entered the conference room in the courthouse with his attorney, Jennifer Portofino. They were the first ones to arrive and set about finding chairs to wait on the other participants in the conference. Jennifer placed her notebook computer on the table, booted it, and pulled several folders from her briefcase. While the computer was loading...
There isn't a man I know that doesn't think I'm the luckiest man in the world. The reason is my wife, Barbie. It's absolutely amazing but she's the walking, talking personification of the number one selling doll of all time - Barbie. Barbie is exactly like her doll namesake in that she is an absolutely gorgeous blond who personifies every man's fantasy of...
Samuel Arbuckle was a sickly man with a huge family. His daughters and sons were always near at hand, in fact he'd left his house years before so he could live with his eldest son, Desmond. He wasn't at a loss for friends, either. He couldn't go far with his arthritis or do much thanks to emphysema, but he was the owner of that three-storey building on the c...