Mitch stirred in the middle of the night, waking me from a deep sleep. From the rapid movement of his eyes behind closed lids and his indistinguishable mumblings I assumed he was in the middle of a dream. He didn't seem to be in any kind of distress making me think he wasn't having a nightmare. I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. As I sat there...
Ch. 07 Febe Keeps her Promise My thanks to all who have read and enjoyed the adventures of Febe. This sexy grandmother will be taking a much-needed rest after this final and quite exhausting chapter in her odyssey. Please consider her entire story as simply a "How I Spent My Summer Vacation" story. It ran completely against the promise I made to myself th...
My name is Karl and I'm 48 years old. Most men would consider my story a fantasy. I have been married for a number of years and have a stepdaughter, Janet, age 21. A couple of years ago Janet moved to another town to go to college and work part time, but she would visit nearly every weekend. But, with a boy friend, college and work, her visits became more in...
Author's Note: Thanks again to TexasWriterGuy for editing this story so quickly, he is a pleasure to deal with. Thanks to My Vixen for inspiration and great ideas. If you like the story vote, if you don't like the story vote, but if you vote 1 or 5 at least be kind enough to leave a reason. Thanks . * Alayna woke the following morning feeling refreshed. Sh...
[Author's Note: This second installment is a bit shorter than the first, but in the same tradition. The beginning is more an advancement of the situation - or "plot" - than a buildup toward the erotic conclusion. Readers looking for instant immersion in erotica will not find the initial sections very satisfying. For those readers who are able to follow the...
On a Wednesday afternoon my cell phone went off with an out of area number I didn't recognize. I was just about wrapped up for the afternoon and was the only one left in my office. I picked up the call to find an old friend and neighbor, Dave on the phone. Dave had lived across from Jolene and I for many years and is actually the father of the young man, And...
Sometimes she hated Rachel; like right now. Only someone so happy with life would want to go to a fortune teller. Rachel had Julie by the hand and was literally dragging her into the shop. Rachel was her best friend, so she did not put up too much of a fight, and she certainly did not wish to ruin her friend's good mood. She so enjoyed these shopping trips t...
I sat back and listened to the cd I had of Angela's description of her infidelity. I listened to her confession and her explanation for the umpteenth time. I shut it off. I'd loved her. I'd loved her with all my heart, but I knew. I guess I always knew. Angela needed more than I could give. It wasn't her fault, not really. It was me. It broke my heart. I w...
"You want me to, what?" I asked. "Go to the North Pole and interview Santa Claus," James Rolands, said. He was the editor-in-chief of Plus magazine, a half serious, half trashy magazine geared toward one thing and one thing only, sales. Mr. Rolands, 45, was a driven man in a world so competitive for stories that there was no room for compassion or moralit...
After Cameron went to college she would come home on the weekends and would often stay with me instead of going to her parent's house. She normally made the trip alone, I was shocked to see that this time Chevy had come with her. Chevy was one of Cameron's friends, they met at Randolph-Macon College, RMC. Camie knew that Chevy and I did not get along very we...