Hello, I decided to visit LW again(since I am very much loved here) and this time with a very short story that I was inspired to write by watching an amateur porn clip that a friend sent to me, which I thought was extra adorable, here is my take on what was occurring in that video, hope you enjoy Ps. I will leave you all alone in this category for at least a...
The Kansas prairie was starker than Emily remembered. She zipped down the road toward Graham's homestead with anticipation on a sweltering early September Thursday morning. Her hair was undone and flowed behind her: she hadn't cut it since her visit earlier that summer and she wanted to grow it out. Her freckled skin glistened slightly with fresh sunscreen,...
That day started like any other first day of preschool for Julie. She greeted the returning children as well as the newcomers. Parents milled around the room to see what new things Julie had set up for the children to do. As she was speaking to one concerned parent, she noticed a tall man standing in the doorway, with a large Stetson in his hand. Wrapped aro...
It was a typical morning. John and Ally woke up at the sound of the clock. Time to get the girls up, dressed and fed so they could spend the day at preschool. This young couple had pretty good position of employment. John was a local plumbing contractor and Ally was chemist for a local pharmaceutical. They are a happy couple. He loved her the moment he saw...
Don't you all wish life is a smooth journey? There could be lots of bends and turns but never a bumpy road. That's what I always wish for, but sometimes a wish is just a wish. Wish is just a dream that may or may not come true. In reality, each and every one of us knows that life is never and will never be a smooth journey. There are times when we work so...
Fridays in the office are always hit or miss. Either the world is on fire, or no one wants to work. That particular Friday was the latter, seeming to crawl by. I'm not complaining. To me, quiet means I'm doing my job. Quiet means there aren't any fires to put out, yet. Just before lunch, my phone buzzed. Byron Lockhart, bank president, and my boss. "Andr...
There are places in this story where the same person is referred to as Missy, Mrs. Smith or Also. Please understand the names are to give the perspective of the person viewing her. There is no overt sex. If you are looking for a cheap thrill you will not find it in my stories. Hank Williams Jr stated once that he writes songs about subjects he knows. I wri...
When my husband Jim came home with his friends, he must have thought I was at my yoga class, since I always was at this time of the day on a Tuesday. It had been cancelled, however, at the last minute because the teacher was sick, so in actuality I was in the basement, doing the laundry. Our daughter Hazel was at preschool. She's four years old. The men we...
It had been two weeks since I saw her. Naked, that is. She'd come out of the bathroom, dripping wet, and almost ran into me as I was closing my bedroom door. "Oh," she'd said and grabbed her robe from behind the door. "Sorry James. Didn't see you there." I wanted to nod, smile, say that it was okay, but I couldn't move my lips. She was perfect with breasts...
I had a few girlfriends in High School, but none as sensual or sexy as Gail. I actually had known her since preschool. She was probably my oldest friend. I didn't date her until high school. By the time high school rolled around, Gail oozed sensuality. A little bit below average height, she had a large rack for someone her size. She was a natural blonde, wit...