This is the second and final chapter of my true story, it was written for mature women by a mature woman. I am willing to bet that there are many women out there just like me who are over 60 years old, divorced, widowed or single by choice that just don't think that they are sexually desirable any longer. I am here to tell you that is a lot of hooey. I know...
We belong to a group of 4 couples who get together once a month, without kids, for adult time. Our monthly get together can be as simple as a restaurant and movie, a professional ball game, a picnic and swimming at the local state park. Any place without kids. The common thread among us is we all have pre school age children. Our mid November gathering was a...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in sexual activity are at least 18 years of age. Chapter 1 Jason Breaux looked over at Rachael Thibodeaux and sighed. At the front of the classroom, Coach Dumas was droning on and on about some French King and the politics that led to the French Revolution and who cares? The scrawny eighteen year old tried to...
Mr. Football, Sean Tranor, at the Drive-In I wanted to preface this story with what I've done differently with this story. Just by telling you what happened, makes for a very short story, so I've tried to add to the story with more of what I remember. The words/actions exchanged are not exactly, but in the interest of making the story flow, they are pretty...
It's been so long, she thought one night while sitting home alone. When a knock came at her door. Getting up she opened the door and there stood a handsome man about mid 40's. "Yes, can I help you?" she ask. "Yes, I was told that you rented out rooms, and I was wondering if you would rent me a room. I'm in town for about three months working as a sub teacher...
As we ascended the stairwell and out onto the walkway, I heard the commotion below in the pool area. We had just enough time to slip on pants and shirts and carry our undergarments with us as we reached the hallway. We slipped quietly across the walkway as we heard a man telling another that there were three people in here doing something they shouldn’t have...
The next morning, things in the Thayer household returned to normal, well at least parts of it. Andrew had work to do for the company and Morgan, an accomplished personal chef, had clients to tend to. Her job gave her so much freedom and paid a hundred dollars a day, along with a food allowance. All she had to do was prepare breakfast, lunch and dinner for a...
Hi, Thanks to everyone who has written me asking me where I've gone. It seems I've lost my muse and without him it's been hard to find the desire to write. Maybe the healing has now begun? Happy reading, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoy bringing Rachel and Phillip to life. JG * The grey sky hung low, Winter's chill evident with each breath Ra...
I sit there, looking at the morning paper. You had made me my coffee and left the financial paper on my desk. I wonder where you are, as I didn't see you when I came into the office. I could smell you perfume, so I know that you are around. You must be in the mailroom. I just get to the sixth paper, when you knock on the door and pop your head round the door...
My bed in this small hut in the wilds was not exactly what you'd call comfy, though it was mostly what I was used to. I had taken the upper bed, of course, and now I was just tossing about, waiting for sleep and tempted to get carried away in thoughts that would definitely classify as "adult content". I would have to be careful not to get too carried away, t...