Monday, November 25, 2013 Felicity Ch. 03: Helen It's odd how people bond sometimes. I am a man rapidly approaching middle age and my best friend for the last few years has been a lesbian. I am nearly fifteen years older than she is, only seven years younger than her father, four younger than her mother. That I was her best friend there was no doubt as it...
Lying on the desk Sarah let the muted sounds of the club wash over her. Stunned at what had just happened she didn't know how to feel. Should she be shocked that it had happened or was she actually glad it had happened, she wasn't sure. On silent feet she went over to the mirror and stared at her reflection. The red wig was still in place, barely, but her...
For the past eight years I have run a small technology company with twenty-five employees. Early on I had big plans for the company, but over time I have been more and more satisfied running my small, sleepy little company. I make a good living; have a great family and very little stress. Last year my wife recommended that I hire someone to help me as our ki...
I am sitting here in the light waiting for it to begin. It must be soon, but I feel nothing yet except the pain of loss. It has been many years now that I have kept the darkness at bay, but now the time has come when it must soon engulf me, and I shall not be sorry. My grandmother told me that in nineteen forty four, with my father away in the army, my mot...
Kids! Don't try this at home! Unprotected sex leads to many bad things. A fantasy, based on a lovely lady who is not my photography student, nor any sort of partner, sexual or otherwise. Darkrooms are sexy places. Ever since my friend Peter used to feel up girls in the high school yearbook darkroom – with full compliance and complicity – I have known darkro...
This story is totally a fiction. Any resemblance to real persons or places is only coincidental, and was not the intent of the author. * Debbie was a 38 year-old divorcee. She had been alone for the past five years. Her divorce settlement had left her with a paid-off mortgage, and enough alimony that, with the income from her job, she could live comfortab...
Chapter One Joanna finished brushing her dark brown hair and took a good look at her reflection in the mirror. Not bad, she thought. Naked, except for the stockings, garter and high 4 inch black pumps, she did a careful appraisal of her body and was mostly happy with what she saw. She always felt her large breasts could be perked up a little, but they looke...
Let me take a moment to thank al those who have written to me, sent pictures and e-mails. I want to thank ladies and the few married couples first. I think it is wonderful that mature couples can read my stories and get a warm glow that last thru out the day. I have made friends with a lady near my age that is also a widow. We have much in common and are g...
It was late afternoon when I drove past the public school in Pittsburgh, PA where I spent my early years. For nostalgia's sake, I stopped to see if any of my old teachers were still there. I found the doors open, so I walked inside through the corridors I recalled so well. I walked the old, familiar hallways of the first and second floor, but the building s...
If you're looking for character build-up or a slow-moving story, this one's not for you. * Cosa Nostra or more affectionately known as Our Friends are your typical Italian Mafias. According to some Italians, they're more noble than the nobles and more loyal than family. Others think they're a nuisance who've control over the community, society and perhaps...