I believe I've achieved my ultimate goal - I am a Dirty Old Man! This is the twelfth chapter in this series - I strongly recommend you to read the previous chapters in order before this one, it's not going to make a lot of sense otherwise. All the active sexual participants in these stories are over 18. I can't thank Romantic1 enough for the time he spent...
It was a typical Friday at Scotty's, maybe even busier than usual, because most of us had had a stressful week. I'd been there only a half-hour and was already on my second beer. Andy, on the stool next to me, was bragging about the verdict that had just come in on a trial he'd been working on for most of the year. He'd won, which made him even more intolera...
Arrange The location is an up-market apartment building that we have chosen specifically for the occasion. A favoured city with the right attractions and facilities, and all the luxuries we require for our lodgings. We have an exclusive outfitters service; an entire range of clothing and footwear delivered to the apartment, along with a fitter...an attract...
The engine noise from the coastguard launch woke Mike. Recollections of his vivid dream lingered in his still drowsy mind. "God that was so sexy. Two beautiful women and four great bonks," he smiled. Then he realized that there were two warm bodies cuddled into him and that it hadn't been a dream. Simone was asleep and facing him, her arms around his neck...
Ellie ran into Sandy's office, her cheeks were flushed and she seemed visibly upset. "Miss Sandy, there's a man here to see you." Sandy didn't see anyone without an appointment and Ellie knew this well, all her staff did. She was about to say something, but Ellie anticipated her protest. "Miss Sandy, this man said he wouldn't take NO for an answer. You'd...
Simone ordered first. "I'll try the lasagna." And ran her left hand through her beautiful hair. Her long and brown and beautiful hair. "With salad. With French. And a little more coffee." She folded her menu. She gave it to the waiter. The waiter pivoted. "And what would you like sir." Brian answered that he would like to have what the woman ordered. "Sim...
There he was, just sitting there like a god-given masterpiece with no errors and no flaws. He was all alone with a confused look on his face. He looked like he was murmuring something as he looked down at his phone. He was wearing a gray sweater with writing on it paired with a white collared shirt underneath, along with some dark denim jeans and black and w...
I describe myself as a wannabe Dirty old man, not because I am one, but because as my best friend Karen keeps telling me, there is no higher accolade and so I should aim to be one. This is the eighth chapter in this series - I recommend you to read the previous chapters in order before this one. I can't thank Romantic1 enough for the time he spent reviewin...
Simone caught his gaze. "I don't get it." Brian looked contrite. "I am sorry." "Fuck." Her thundercloud brows. Forest fire eyes. Simone continued in a controlled and deadly voice, "I do not understand." "I don't understand either," Brian replied. "I got wrapped up in a lousy program." Simone entered the kitchen. Brian followed her. "Doing what exactly?"...
My friend Sandie and I wrote this. It wasn't supposed to be so nice in New York in early January. Yes, it was cold, but the sun was bright in a sky of cerulean blue and full, puffy clouds sailed over the city. Simone stepped out of the Algonquin Hotel, passing through the wide door held open by the stodgy doorman, looked up and down 44th street, and pulled...