Author's Note: This is a story about how a chance meeting led to a much younger woman becoming an intrinsic part of an older bachelor's life. Readers be warned that if you are looking for raunchy and frequent sex, you will be disappointed. The sex that follows is just the spice added to the meat and potatoes of the love story This is my first venture into...
My wife Esther and I grew up in the same small town. We dated a little in high school, but we were not exclusive and never went steady. After graduation, she took classes to become a paralegal and I went into the military. My mother could not afford sending me to college. I didn't know what I wanted to do anyway. Military service seemed to make sense. The Ar...
Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous parts. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. *** When I got to the club I discovered that Daniella was going to the Private Humiliation event with me. As I had no idea what was involved I asked Daniella if she'd been to one before. She first to...
This is a story about sexual exploration and, open relationships. Open relationships can and do happily exist; but they are not for everyone. If you do not believe it is at all possible for open relationships to exist without damage to any and all involved parties, please do yourself a favor and don't waste your time reading this. . Standard disclaimer—th...
I hated being treated like a kid. I was 18 at the time and my mom was going on a week long vacation without me. I was to be left in the care of my "Aunt Etta" ... actually one of my mom's friends from work. She had been around so long that I and my sister had started calling her auntie. It was spring break and I was out of school for a week. I had tried to c...
I guess when you start a diary; you should always start at the beginning. It is not my intention that anyone ever reads my diary, but I guess I have had some rotten luck as the years have gone by. My real Mum died; well that's what I tell myself, but to be honest, I don't even think of her as my real Mum. My step Mum was called Ruth. She was not my biologi...
At 50 years and widowed, I had settled on the idea of keeping my life simple. I bought a small town home and lived comfortably off a healthy income from a business I had sold. No stress, no complications. No women. Which was fine. Then came the next door neighbor. The next door neighbor was a much younger girl who moved into the adjacent townhouse. She was...
Our House One -- Scene setting Our house is a very nice house, to paraphrase the song. It's called Bourton Hall and it came into our possession in the will of my Uncle Charles. He was a widower and my mother's only brother. He died childless, so his estate was left to my sister, Laura and myself, Andy. Unlike my parents, who had both preceded him to the af...
The beautiful Leasa Edwards lay naked on her marital bed, thighs spread, waiting for her ex-slave Sambo to take her again. From the young, white wife’s swollen vaginal lips seeped the thick, viscous semen of her black love. As she lay, staring up at the ceiling, she realized the dreams she’d once had of a beautiful family of blonde, white children were now...
[Author's Note: Soo my laptop is up and running and like promised so is the next chapter of Gian. I also plan on doing a short for the Earth Day contest, keep a lookout for that.] Stefan finally found a parking spot and was on his way inside, weighing heavy with guilt, when the guy from South Beach approached with an odd smirk. He was short and lanky with...