My life's twists and turns took me to a place of solemn inner comfort and allowed me to have greater control over life events than I could have ever imagined. I think it is important for older women to tell their story from the perspective of strength, confidence, and happiness. This can come from a variety of places, but for me it was primarily through yoga...
We sat facing each other in the small coffee shop, sipping our lattes in silence. Neither of us felt the need to engage in idle chit chat for the last few minutes. Perhaps we were both reflecting on the evening to come. Anticipation was what it was all about. The sunlight poured in through the naked floor to ceiling windows, bathing me in its bright light....
Sheree reached down under the steering wheel and fingered her now dripping pussy. Thinking about the fucking she had that night always made her so fucking horny! Hell, she had trouble walking for two days after that! It had been worth it though. She came so many times that night; it made up for the lack of attention her boyfriend had started showing her late...
The Lakeside Guesthouse was owned and operated by a tall, well-built man of 45 named Carter. It was a little out of the way though and didn't do much business. There was a small room in the basement where Reg, the local handyman/gardener, lived in exchange for watching reception sometimes and keeping up the grounds and gardens. Carter tossed his boat keys i...
Thank you, Erik Thread for your editing skills and suggestions, particularly with the ending of this story. This is part three of a three part story. The story is finished. Chapters are posted on the site about every day, which means the entire story will have been posted before the first part appears on the list of new stories. People seldom step outside o...
Nobody ever really visits the City Zoo in the dead of Winter, especially not when there's still a good two inches of white "partly cloudy" on the ground from the past weekend's mis-forecast snowstorm. As usual, though, the groundskeepers had dutifully cleaned off all the roads and pathways and the sun had finally decided to poke its shiny head through the gl...
The sound of the heavy doors closing behind me reverberate around the room. I turn back feeling my way over the dark carvings, searching for the handles. My hands finally touch the twisted metal. I wrap my fingers tightly round them and draw them down, trying to pull the doors open. Beyond the thick wood I hear muffled laughter, and the doors refuse to yield...
Anne waited in the heaving throng, a trifle uneasy at being surrounded by so many foreigners, but pleasingly refreshed by her shower. She had not expected to find such a facility at an Italian service station, but supposed, ruefully, that that was just another example of her English insularity. It was really rather ridiculous that, at nearly twenty-one, thi...
The long legs stepped out of the cab as almost every man's eyes quickly glanced at them. The long brown hair flowing in the wind and the sunglasses just above her perfectly shaped nose and pouty lips. Denise Richards had every man's attention on that sidewalk as she exited the cab. She began walking to her apartment feeling everybody's eyes on her body. Wel...
What a great way to spend Saint Patrick's Day. I was planning on getting drunk anyway, but now I was angry and drinking far more than I knew I should, but I didn't care. I just wanted to forget my lying, cheating whore of an ex-girlfriend. Everyone else was cheering, celebrating the Irish holiday, drinking watered down green beer. Instead I started off hard...