Every day, as he cycled by, Jordan would look to see if he could see her. He was a 19 year old student who lived in digs a few streets away. He could have taken a quicker, more direct route to College, but he always made a detour, and slowed down as he went past the house. He hoped for a glimpse of this lady whom he described as the 'perfect woman.' Somet...
Max pulled into the gravel drive, a long rooster tail of dust hanging in the hot, still air of the gravel road behind him. The county had re-graded and spread fresh rock not long ago and everyone living outside town had appreciated their effort. There were also not a few incidental grumbles caused by the increased amount of orange dust clogging throats, dirt...
I was in the hospital for two and a half weeks; most of the time I was pumped full of drugs that made me sleep and not give a damn about the world around me. But now, I was taking physical therapy and sleeping back in my own house...or that was idea. I was mostly over at Sean's when all I wanted to do was be alone, but I couldn't break it to him. I didn't wa...
The clank of the Ed's final cast hit the stake a dead ringer and we had lost. Shouts of victory from Ed and Lloyd, the winners, then groans from Dave and me. It had been a serious horseshoe tournament as it was at every Saturday-before-Labor-Day barbecue and this time Dave and I had taken our lumps. Ed was, as always, a gracious winner. "Come on, Jim, have...
It was a beautiful springtime Saturday afternoon. You know the kind...when there's a soft, cool breeze blowing just enough to move the chimes and you open the windows to flush out the stale air that has been trapped inside all winter. You can smell spring in the air and the sun is just warm enough so that you know the season is finally turning for good. My...
(This is a spinoff of another of my stories entitled "A MILF's Touch." If you would like, you can read it and my other stories. Please enjoy and let me know what you think.) * "If you need to talk again you know where to find me." I said to Jean as I walked out of her room. I walked out to my truck and looked over and saw Jean's neighbor, Cherry standing i...
Fingers Whitehouse was working his magic on bare skin again. The strains of Debussy's La Mer drifted through his Bose computer speakers, and cinnamon incense flavored the air. A voluptuous woman with luxurious dark hair and honey tanned skin lay face down on his queen sized frat house bed: Mary Jane Simpson, his girlfriend's mother, with whom he got very wel...
When I got up the next morning it all seemed unreal, as if what had happened with Mrs. Harley the night before really had been just a nightmare. I couldn’t quite convince myself of it though, and distractedly sleepwalked through my first day of senior year, avoiding Heather and only seeing Mrs. Harley from a distance, as she swept into her classroom with a q...
I was tired. Tired and thirsty. It was twenty past one in the morning and I had put in a long hard day at work, in fact a long hard week at work, and then wearily got in my car for the usual Friday night drive back home. My job is contract based, and at the moment it means that I spent my working week 230 miles from where I live and only go home at weekends....
Author's note: This story starts out slow and is not your wham bam sex story (I have others that can do that for you). There is plenty of sex, but it takes a while to get into it! Enjoy! * Northern Virginia is barely on the map when it comes to wine tasting. The wine produced there is excellent but when it comes to tasting wine, the French countryside is K...