Thanks to the knee doctor for editing help and medical tech support. There is no sex in this story. Sorry. I hate my life. My wife is a shrew and my daughter is her clone. My son was so disgusted with my refusal to deal with any of it, that he left home as soon as he was eighteen. He knew what was going on, and wanted no part of it. My daughter knew what h...
Part 2 - Back Home I suggest you read "The Adventure" before you read this. This part has been a long time coming. "Next time bring your wife with you. Don't be afraid, we will make sure everything is under control. We don't want any marriage problems. In fact, that is why you have to bring her. If you leave her home, she will begin to wonder what you ar...
We burst through the door as we entered our home; happy, exuberant and eager to undress and make love. It was after midnight and we were returning from celebrating our 20th anniversary with a small group of family and friends. "Twenty years," I told my wife Lila, "twenty years and not a single regret. I love you more now than ever and I thank you for every...
It was eleven o'clock at Dolce Ice Cream, half an hour before closing time, and my feet and hands were killing me. No, seriously, absolutely throbbing. I readjusted my official baseball hat and retied my ponytail. My hair was dark brown with red tones underneath; leftover from a few months back when I had impulsively dyed my hair bright scarlet, looked in th...
Friday Linda awoke after a deep and satisfying sleep. As her father had once said to her: "The one thing better than the sleep of the just is the sleep of the just after." She and Kevin had, after their initial tremendous orgasms, enjoyed a lengthy session of straightforward missionary position sex. She had judged that on his first time with an experienced...
Part One - Preparing for the Day The banners went up at key intersections all over town three weeks before the big day. For most in the sleepy little town this was the official start of the "think about what's coming" phase of the year. Yet for the handful of organizers it was a reminder to check last minute details and ensure all their ducks were in a row....
Lorraine created a front window display comprised of model spaceships hanging from strings, action figures, and various comic books. Afterwards, she wrote out the new work schedule for the employees she supervised, vacuumed the carpet, and then stocked some models and toys in the center aisles of the store. She glanced at her watch. It was almost closing t...
Dear reader. In this story, Lola thinks a lot. So I am going to use the device of containing her thoughts in ( ). When the boy she is with is thinking to himself, I will use [ ]. * * * * * Until the summer before her senior year of high school, Lola Claiborne was a fatty. She carried one hundred and seventy pounds on her five foot, seven inch frame. Not on...
I was for many years an inveterate skirt chaser. Looking back, I think I enjoyed the chase more than the fuck that inevitably came as a result. More often then not, I 'got lucky' when I wasn't really looking very hard. All too often, trolling around looking to get laid ended in disappointment. As my divorce was getting finalized, I would often have my kids...
Wanda called to say that Mike was back and asking after me. "Can you make yourself available over the weekend, Helen?" she asked. I was actually on duty but I said yes anyway. I would swop duties or pay whatever it cost to have a weekend with Mike. I was eager to re-acquaint myself with this wonderful man, not to mention his equally wonderful cock. "What'...