"Woodrow!" I heard the shrill voice call out from the patio door. "Woodrow? I seem to have made a big ol' mess of myself. In real life, Brooke was a lovely woman. A refined mother of three who volunteered at the school, spoke quietly, and baked cookies. On Saturday nights though, or at least Saturday nights when she was at a party, Brooke started by putting...
As most of you know I am now in my sixties and my stories are of my life after the age of fifty six. Before that I may as well say I never lived... Shortly after this first threesome was when Kenny videoed us having sex. I wish I had found out about video when I was much younger I would have loved to be a XXX movie star... Going to the first singles meetin...
Jarod Afiotor paused before adding another brush stroke to the canvas and stole another glance at his teacher. Yes; she was looking at him again. Jarod smiled winningly at her. Suzanna Cavendish coloured slightly and pretended to examine a piece of sculpture one of the other convicts had created. Mrs Cavendish seemed full of admiration for the sculpture: "D...
Monday morning, Sarah called off at the diner. The Supervisor got pissed off and fired her. Sarah didn't care that much, since one of Mr. Birk's friends wanted to hire her. Now the only thing left to do, was make an appointment with a psychiatrist. Sarah was able to get an afternoon appointment that same day. She arrived at the office of Doctor Blake. The s...
This all started about 10 or 11 years ago. Back when I was just an innocent kid living in what I believed was an innocent world. My sister made friends with the neighbor girl, Samantha. Like most only children, Sam was a spoiled girl who got everything she ever wanted. She was a couple years older than my sister and one younger than me, but she definitely be...
After Bob left, I called back each of the four men who had left messages on my answering machine. First, though, I called Mike and made sure he would vouch for all of them. "They're all guys who are into girls like you," Mike told me. "None of them is going to stab your or rob you or stalk you or anything like that. You have any problems with them, let me k...
I ran a hand through my shaggy light brown hair and sighed. Those guys were going to taunt me until I die. I turned eighteen a while ago but graduation isn't for a while. They always picked on me because even after puberty I was lame. Sure I have a strong face but no real muscle. I may be clean without acne but I was the target of our class. The sun was ou...
I've been married to Steffanie for almost twenty years now and if I would have had to bet my life on it I would have wagered that she was so in tune with me she could have picked me out of a crowd of men even if she was blindfolded. We had some sort of ESP when it came to each other. Each of us always knew what the other was thinking and we always seemed to...
"Get off of me!" I yell again. I try to move my head away from him and wiggle my body out from underneath him but he just holds me tighter, still smelling me. All the wiggling only managed to make me very aware of the huge bulge in the front of his shorts and now I'm starting to panic. "Please get off!" I'm almost begging. Tears are coming to my eyes but I...
Some names have been changed * Several years ago, I decided to finally have the sleeve on my right arm completed. I went to my favorite shop to make an appointment with Erika, the woman who had inked all my tattoos for the past three years. Essentially, she'd used my arm and my back as a blank canvas. Yes, I trust her tattooing skills that much. Rather th...