Our story begins with a not so young lady by the name of Sarah. She'll be 42 on her next birthday, and still single, or as she refers to it "safely single". No need for a man in her life fulltime to complicate matters, when she's hungry she reaches for an ever willing body to take care of the particular craving she's feeling at the moment and after mutual...
Dear readers, Before I begin, I would like you to know that everything detailed below are real life experiences between myself and Tiffany. Naturally I have changed the names to aliases, but outside of that, everything is 100% true. Today I am in a predicament, Tiffany has indicated that she has intentionally played hooky from work for the day. Typically...
164 Dollars Bailey stumbled out of her bedroom in a rush, carelessly leaving the door open when she hit the darkened hallway. She'd exited so quickly, she had to brace herself on the opposite wall before she could turn towards Kent's room. Where is he? she peered ahead in the darkness, I need to find him. She'd let herself get so far behind she couldn't b...
Daniel: I'd watched Elizabeth from the time she was thirteen. Okay, that sounds stalker like, but not in that way. Hell, she was an awesome kid, always laughing, climbing trees, singing too loudly. The first to try something new. I figured she'd want to leave the community, and sure enough, when she graduated from high school, she left to go to college. She...
It took Bailey three hours to realize what had happened. To be fair to her, she experienced in those few hours so much discomfort just from sitting down, the nagging sensation of having forgotten something important had registered on the needle of her sensations. But, sometime around two o'clock in the afternoon, she noted that her underwear felt a bit f...
132 Dollars Laura slipped into her bedroom just after ten o'clock, her teeth brushed and her flannel pyjamas on. "Good night, mom," she called out. "Good night, dad." "'night sweetie," her mom called back. "We're at the soup kitchen tomorrow, remember." "Of course," she replied softly, closing the door and turning off the lights. I paid my debt, sh...
You're naked, face up on your bed, hands are bound together and tied with rope to the frame at the head of your bed. You're blindfolded so you can't see what I'm doing. So far I'm being nice and innocent, lightly touching you all over and kissing you on your neck. The meanest thing I'm doing is teasing you: I touch your cunt very, very lightly, just to see h...
A man like me at this stage in my life should not feel this way, or so I thought. Here I was a 40-year-old widower finding myself enraptured like a teenager for this woman. A younger woman at that, but OH what a woman she is. She is naïve and yet wise beyond her years, possessing a wonderful mix of intelligence, insecurity, and common sense. She is in my eye...
Lisa picked me up at work at 1:30 pm sharp as instructed. It was chilly and I was glad to have dressed warm with hiking boots and fleece jacket. Glad too, that I had instructed Lisa to wear only a sweater, short skirt and hiking boots. The cold would definitely play a role in what I had in mind for this afternoon's activities. Lisa had just come from the d...
This is the fifth installment of the "Our Steven, Our Stephanie" series, and I wish to give my thanks once again to the continued support and great feedback I have received for the chapters I have written and submitted thus far. You people out there have made it a joy to write for this site [as well as provided many great stories for me to have read on my of...