Chapter 2 - Molly tells friend all about weekend Author's note: You need to read chapter 1 to understand who the characters are and what has happened to Molly thus far. Happy reading. * When Charlie and Molly got back to San Diego on Sunday night, they went to Charlie's. Molly spent the night and Charlie dropped her off at work on Monday on the way to hi...
With that reassurance from her, I put the car in gear and started once again for our home. My thoughts covered several different aspects of My new journey in life with her. I liked her sweet wistfulness and was really quite impressed with how truly beautiful she was now that I was finally able to put her in decent and classy clothes. Overall, so far, I was p...
This is the second section of a story that begins with Targeted Ch 01 and Targeted Ch 02. It picks up some months after the initial sexual exploration between Janice and William. The description from Targeted Ch 01 states the reasoning behind this second section. "An itch is scratched and love blossoms." ************************** Janice: Age - 60; Stats:...
My boss and I get along extremely well. She is terrific at training me, and I think she is tops professionally. Not only that, she is a knockout. She is feminine, shapely and easy on the eyes. We are the same age, and have similar family situations (Spouse, kids, etc.), so our conversations often turn to "get-to-know-you" home life. Our friendship has bloss...
At 40 years old, Casey no longer expected Prince Charming to come charging up and sweep her off her feet. In fact, she didn't expect him to arrive at all. There are certain times in a woman's life when she knows that the possibility of some events are over, and this was one of them. So, why was she so excited about the emails she'd received from Stan? Seriou...
The insane author, Jenny Jackson, sat on a bench near the corner of 39th and 7th Avenue in New York with a yellow legal pad across her knees. The swirling snowflakes of late December danced at her feet as she watched her character, the Private Eye, Harry Dick, across the street. Harry was dressed as a Santa Claus bell-ringer. Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling... J...
She's gone. She's out of my life. Get over it. Move on. Although I speak this mantra many times to myself, I find that I'm nearer to a psychotic episode. It becomes repetitive and I grow tired of trying to find her in places she no longer exists. As of this writing, I look for some sort of closure to happen. Honestly, I'm certain that the very memory of kn...
“Taxi!” I shouted above the roar of the Manhattan traffic. Very quickly a yellow cab pulls up to the curb and we tumble into the back seat. “Where to Mac?” asked the cabby. I gave him the address and then snuggled next to you on the taxi’s back seat. My hand undid the buttons of your coat and then I parted the opening. Your nipples harden as the cool air...
I must apologise, gentle reader. This is the last chapter. I had never realised how hard this would be. Thank you for your support and I hope this is a fitting end. * Sunday night, Anne had driven Nicole home. The journey had been over too soon. They had talked, filling the emptiness of the journey. When they had pulled up outside Nicole's house, it had be...
Her lungs were bursting for the last mile. Her chest heaved and her legs shook from the combination of altitude change and exertion. "How romantic is this?" She sighed as she continued the steady pace to the cabin. Her hair had started the day braided and smooth; however the climb had made it loose and unruly. The cold wind had burned her cheeks, turning her...