I'm a 23 year old female living in a suburban area. My neighbour is a good looking guy in his early 40ies who lives alone. We never said more than mere hellos when we bumped into each other by our short fence which separates our backyard. It was a hot afternoon and I was taking a quick dip in the pool after waxing all of my pussy hair off, I love the idea...
There I stood; just outside of my new home, admiring it and feeling oh so good about myself in actually having a home to myself. For all of my life; I've lived with my parents, except for when I was in college for two years. I had always waited for the day that I would have a home to call my own and here it is, and in a lovely neighbourhood too. Ever since...
*** Author's Note: If you enjoy this story, please feel free to read by first 3-part story "Family Foursome". Positive feedback welcome, constructive criticism and suggestions welcome, downright rudeness should take a hike. *** Matt and Lucy were like any young married couple; still in their early 30's they were considered to be in their prime as a husband...
My husband Frank is 33 years old and teacher at a high school. For me as a 49-year-old woman he was like winning the jackpot. We know each other for three years now and last year we even married. He is a really attractive guy. Short black hair, a well-trained body, wide shoulders. Well, because of my cooking abilities there´s a little belly, but that dosen´t...
He was fifty-odd and just a little overweight, around five-nine, and beginning to go bald. Though he was a pleasant man he always came across as a serious sort, smiling but never laughing; a friendly man, always ready to help out. I was not tall, five feet four aged twenty-five, but with generous well shaped breasts, though not massive and my shapely legs an...
"Your call is important to us...you are second in the queue...please hold the line...an assistant will be...Good afternoon, my name is Samantha. How can I help you today?" "Ah, yes...there seems to be a problem with my last telephone bill." Peter had been hanging on the phone for some time. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Samantha responded. "What seems to...
And she was right. A naked, freshly showered Sal stepped out of her French windows into the summer darkness. The day was over, and it was nearly time for her bed, but she had something to do first. Something to do with her neighbour. How Sal liked being outside naked! She did not straightway go to her neighbour but instead walked a little away from her hous...
I suppose that it had been an easy enough mistake to make. My friend Rosemary -- who knows that I am an avid collector of antique toys -- had mentioned that she had seen, somewhere, she couldn't remember where, something about an exhibition. One of the local galleries, she thought. And quite soon. Next week, was it? Something like that. 'That's OK,' I told...
With thanks to Edmond Rostand's Cyrano, Scheherazade and all the forgotten storytellers who kept her alive for all One Thousand and One Nights. ***** We had arrived at the cabin around sunset. The trees were cast in a golden light but we could not see the sun setting through the dense canopy. When we opened the door to the living room it was awash in orang...
Chapter 1 Beginnings He stood in his kitchen transfixed by the site from his window, of his beautiful mature neighbour naked, stood in her bedroom window. What to do, what if she saw him looking, was he really seeing things? Surely no, not her posed like that. She was married to Mr boring and sensible, they lived a plain normal life, mundane even. She wasn'...