Glancing at the clock, I realize that I have plenty of time to finish powdering, primping and perfuming before Henry will be at my front door. I’ve allowed more time for my toilette than usual: a warm scented bath instead of the customary shower (which has the added benefit of perfuming the air), massaging my legs and arms with a generous amount of perfumed...
Chapter 1 -- Beginnings: Their love of Jamaica brought them together. Introduction: A naïve, insecure, and inhibited 26-year-old, mulatto, Jamaican woman trying to get over her European boyfriend who cheated on and then dumped her, goes online and meets a mature, sophisticated, and experienced 41-year-old Caucasian American man who recently separated from t...
Author's Note: This is not a quickie, so if you want instant gratification, this probably isn't for you. This is longer, and a little more about anticipation than quick satisfaction. I hope you enjoy. If you would like me to write more, tell me so please. Feel free to vote or leave a comment. Thank you and happy reading! --- Today is a typical Monday in Ho...
I grew up in a small town in upstate NY. Through high school, every girl friend I got I lost to these jock bullies, who wound up fucking them while I was still dating them. In the gym class the guys would make fun of me in the showers because of my small dick. That made it easy for the jock assholes to steal all my girlfriends. They'd belittle me and laugh l...
Where Did Time Go When she thought about her adolescence she wouldn't consider herself promiscuous, even though she enjoyed sex; it had always been selective and with someone she had been going with. That's not to say that she didn't experiment or allow things to get out of hand with some guy at a party; in fact there were times she felt having one night st...
If you haven't read Chapters 1 through 3 yet, I suggest you read them first to pick up details not included in this chapter. * * * * The phone rang and Dad said, "Sue, its Tom." Suddenly I realized I was only dreaming—Christmas was still three weeks away! I answered and told Tom, "I just had the most horrible dream—I was pregnant and it was Christmas Da...
Hi Guys, Under this story I will publish several short stories. Some stories will get a longer or shorter storyline. Depending on the popularity, I will focus on individual storylines. Other authors are very welcome to implement their ideas and write them down. Basically, every short story has a male or female Protagonist in the foreground who is either the...
Stuart and I were childhood sweethearts. We were both nothings at school. I sang in the choir and he played a bit of footy, mostly from the interchange bench. He was a year older than me and we didn't share any classes. The choir sang before the Grand Final in Stuart's senior year and the school team won! We were celebrating around the school oval that eveni...
Growing up in the '50s I was a junior in high school and I had just begun to really notice girls during this year in school. I had classes with many good looking girls in school, some of whom really would not give me the time of the day. Those girls were the girls that many of the guys and even some of the other girls called "stuck up" or "stuck on themselve...
My story begins my senior year in high school the year 1979. I was beginning my fourth year with the school band rhythm section, now mostly referred to as the stage band. Being a guitar and bass player I didn't have to endure marching, but would help with set up and take down for the rest of the band. As I said I didn't have to march or deal with the "band u...