Chapter 5: Sunday, Continued - More Pool Play, a Hint of Spurs, & Little Black Dresses I turned away from my sputtering pal and her equally shocked uncle, towing along with me the Adele-Bot - or 'Estelle', as I'd rather hastily renamed her. She still wore a face like a wet Wednesday. Obviously, recent developments were not computing. I'd forgotten how late...
A little history: I've been welding since I was 13. I've welded on construction jobs of all sorts from commercial projects to nuclear projects. When I retired, I kept several machines and do small jobs for friends and local farmers to augment my income. My wife and I used to be swingers when we were younger but that was in the past. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The oth...
Part IV- Month One Ends and Real Changes Begin ************* 4th Part of a multi-part story of how a wife in just nine months comes out of her cocoon to be become a sexual dynamo. A shorter piece, some physical but overall goals are set. No matter what you may assume, Sheila is clearly in charge of her changes and her neighbors are only guiding her! *****...
Author's notes: This follows Ch.7 immediately. Saturday morning after we took Bobby to the airport Sue and I were just sitting around and trying to come up with a plan for the weekend. About 10:00 there was a knock on the door. "Just a minute" and I grabbed my jeans, Sue went to the bedroom we had not bothered to get dressed yet. I opened the door and the a...
No one envies the harpies. They live at the bottom of society, and even that's an improvement; they were legally considered nuisance animals until just decades ago, a point of shame for some people and of nostalgia for others. The way the other races talk about them has plenty of unfortunate historical parallels: "They steal." Sure, but it's not like they...
This story developed from an email conversation with a reader who provided me feedback. She wrote me, "I'm a happily married woman. But I crave sex with older men. I'm 44 but would love the feel of an older man on and in my body." During the course of our conversation she also wrote that, with her husband, she likes anal and rough sex. I asked her if she wou...
Note- This is so not a true story, it's just fiction. xxx I had been most pleased with my recent foray into voluntary charity work in crime hit South London and had found the experience most rewarding. The youth community project was a brainwave by the unpaid organisers who wanted to protect teenagers from entering gang life, so prevalent south of the Tha...
She had textbooks scattered about, but she was messing around on her phone when he walked in. She looked up, startled, like she had been busted doing something she wasn’t supposed to do on the clock. “Can I help you?” she asked in a young, feminine, pleasant voice that matched her cute appearance as she tucked a flyaway piece of hair behind her right ear. S...
For the second time that day, relaxing on a beach under the hot Australian sun, oiled up with minimal sunblock protection, Mickey (Michelle) Armstrong was angered by a guy attempting to engage with her. Perhaps rather than a date, he was more interested in taking her into the nearest doorway for instant action. She was in no mood for that, sulking because...
It turned out reaching Nikki via phone was a bit of a challenge. She said she worked until 5:00, so calling her in the daytime when I was between classes was out. The times I tried calling her in the evening from the payphones where I worked all went unanswered. I finally ended up reaching her by phone a week later, around three in the afternoon on Saturday...