Several years ago, my wife, Brandie, and I, had been separated for eight months, but for a compassionate reason. Her Mother, who lived in another state, had been diagnosed with cancer and needed someone to care for her in her last several months of life. So, Brandie made the decision to move in with her Mom, take care of her to her passing, then dispose of h...
This story is mostly fiction but there are a few small bits that come from facts from my past. You can decide which parts are real etc. --------------- I had been married for a number of years to a woman that demanded everything of me and returned little. She would at times appear so loving toward me publicly but once we were alone she would change into a...
Life was wonderful. I was successful, we lived in a fantastic house, my wife was still exceptionally beautiful and we had two healthy, intelligent, almost fully-grown children. Then the word caved in. At the age of forty, Beverly suffered a very early menopause and it happened with devastating speed. The good side was that she did not suffer any of the usual...
At 28 years old I hadn't been with a man for three years. The first two years after my husband died, I couldn't bare the thought of another man touching me. I felt like it was cheating. Jake wasn't supposed to die in that car accident. He was supposed to grow old and gray with me. Jake was gone and I knew I had to move on, but acknowledging this didn't make...
Before reading this little adventure, I would ask you to please read the earlier parts of The Weekend story. Originally intended as a stand-alone story the first part has been changed slightly at the suggestion of several readers in order to extend and complete the tale of our heroine. An absolute figment of my imagination, there may not be enough sexual sh...
This story is loosely written about the song 'Mr. Lonely' by Bobby Vinton. Thank you to WanderingScot for his editing. * Chapter 1 Here I was in the barracks listening to a radio station that played old time music. They were playing a song I could relate to. Hell, this song was written before I was even born, it was 'Mr. Lonely' sung by Bobby Vinton. I kn...
She looked into his eyes and saw the long desire there. No wonder! If he were on the up-and-up, he hadn't had sex in five years! She knew that after their previous times together, he usually jacked-off (what else would explain his long showers?) While that might help his desperate need, she knew it wasn't the same as fucking and right now he needed a good, f...
Middle-aged man exposes himself. In celebration of National Nude Day a middle-aged man takes it all off to make his point. Well, today was the day. It was now or never. Mrs. Crabtree our nosy neighbor was out front, as usual, pretending to walk her miserable dog, a toy poodle, as old as she is in dog years, while peeking in everyone's window. I was waiting...
This story may seem like a re-write of the last episode in Down and Up the Road, and in most ways it is. It goes on to answer some of the questions I left open at the end of the original story, and opens the door to other adventures that might lie ahead. Whether that door stays open or closes will depend on how this is received. I had hoped that writing thes...
Fuck. Nothing? Seriously? Just a tiny bit of cash, please! Nope. Zero Euro available. I'm sure that damn ATM machine was snickering inside. I suddenly sensed her behind me again. It was like a slight tickling at the back of my head. She was pretty. We had flirted a bit when I came in, when I still felt confident. I was relaxed and just about to draw a bit...