Authors Note. Hello everyone a few words. Sorry for how long it took to get this part out, real life comes first as I'm sure you all understand. Second thanks to everyone who has read, voted and commented on these stories it means a lot. Third and finally this is the last part of the series (for the time being) I will hopefully/maybe/probably return to this...
Valentine's Day. Chick's holiday. Another excuse for women to show off for their friends, like weddings and anniversaries. Hey, look at me, my boyfriend bought me… what… more jewelry? Expensive flowers that are going to die in a day? Chocolates in a heart shaped box—I don't know why women like getting them so much, they won't eat them anyway because it might...
"Sit down Mona. We have to talk." He had heard those two tiny sentences more than a few times in the last several weeks. Every time he did he felt a strange queasiness in the pit of his stomach. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he could not refuse. He walked over to the couch across from the chair where Kathleen was already sitting and sat down. He sat at...
David Scott. The yearbook picture was something like eighteen years old and yet, except for the length of his hair, he looked almost the same. The chiseled face was one of youthful confidence, with a cocky, alluring smile, impudent eyebrows, and haughty forehead. But it was the soulful, piercing eyes that grabbed you, that made you want to stop and look and...
I meet Stephen, my Svengali. In Part 1 I told you about losing my virginity, to my thirty-five year old uncle. In this part I am going to tell you about how my affair with him developed to the point that he introduced me to Stephen. And hold on tight when you read what happens then. I suggest you read Part 1 first. This is an unusual tale. It's unbelievabl...
My mum split from my dad when I was sixteen and after a succession of boyfriends she recently started dating a guy called Vern. Big Vern as I called him worked in the British Army, stationed in the North of England. They met through the internet. The first time they saw each other mum and I travelled up by train and stayed at his house in the barrack grounds...
It may seem strange to hear a girl and a young one at that, post anything about foot sex. Now, I am not claiming to be an expert on the subject but thanks to an encounter I had with a teacher when I was in high school, I have developed a strong foot fetish or at least a strong appreciation for the foot fetish. I have also had input from guys and foot sex exp...
You know it's going to be one of those days when you have to hurry and rush around straight from the word go in the morning. I'm Jet, I'm forty five, five foot six inches tall, black hair (what's left of it), brown eyes and slim to medium build. What else do you want to know? Ah yes, I live alone, divorced for six years and I'm a college lecturer in mathema...
As I drove along the lonely stretch of route 152 somewhere west of Cordell, Oklahoma, I noticed a new peculiar sound coming from my car. New sounds are always a concern when you drive a vehicle that is well past its prime. A few miles later things got worse. The glow of the bright red idiot warning light filled the dashboard instrument panel. I knew from pre...
As usual my mum took great delight in telling my new girlfriend the lost luggage story. I took Clare to her house for Sunday lunch and told mum specifically not to embarrass me with any of my childhood stories or old photographs. She was on her best behaviour during the meal but afterwards as we sat down in the lounge for coffee she was true to form. She qui...