It was a sad day when a woman Jan admired, friendly neighbor Channel, died. She was the woman who did all the parties on their street, made great deserts and kept her husband, Harold, always happy. For a few months Harold seemed so despondent, his adult children had come there for a while, but had to get back to their families. Jan had often played at th...
She stood there in the bedchamber with a face as pale as death, the cold air within the room making her shiver more than the fear in her heart. Her new servants were removing her robes and combing her long black hair. She dared not look at them. She felt ashamed for what she was about to do, something a woman of her age should have already done. Tonight was...
I'm 74, a widower. My wife died fifteen months ago after a little over forty-one years of marriage. I didn't marry until I was thirty-two, a late maturer I guess. Marrying late has its advantages. I had sowed my wild oats, although they weren't all that wild nor sowed all that widely, so I knew what I was missing and it wasn't much. I had no trouble staying...
I was dancing with Hilda at the Wednesday afternoon tea dance in our local working men's club. My name is Fred, a sixty-four year old widower and my dance partner is a sixty-six year old widow. I'm almost six feet tall and weigh around 175 pounds with grey hair. Hilda was almost as tall as me with an hourglass figure if just a little over weight. Her hair wa...
Copyright 2012 by madengineer3 When I was under a year old my mother died. My father wasn't comfortable around infants and did not have the money for a nanny or such. He had an adoption agency find a good home for me. I was adopted by the Aziz family. My name became Sarai Aziz. They were of middle-Eastern origin and were Christians. Few people realize that...
LETTER TO A FORMER BOYFRIEND TO TELL HIM ABOUT GETTING MARRIED Dear Norm, Since you are the first man I went on a date with and we have stayed in touch despite living far apart, I wanted to write to you and let you know about a next step I am taking. I have met a man who has asked me to be his wife and I have accepted. I have picked out a beautiful satin a...
I hope you have read my earlier parts. This is a continuation of it though after a long gap. * * * * * I opened my eyes, and could not orient myself. Somebody was awakening me from sleep. ' Kaku', was there beside the bed and she was leaning on the bed and trying to get me up from the sound sleep. Then I remembered where I was and what had happened some ti...
Lately I've been thinking about sleeping with a shemale. I'm in my late 60's, look 10 year's younger and, for some reason, I'm really attracted to shemales. There are a two LGBTQ bars in my area and I found one that I thought might work. I had no idea what I would do once I got in the bar, but this was an itch that I had to scratch so I went for it. When I p...
[We first met Tony in "Disciplined for Peeping." He was 25 at that time. He is now 56.] Tony was moving into a retirement community. It had been more than a year since he buried his wife, Molly. Molly had died of cancer. She was only 56. Tony buried her next to Ronnie, their long time lover. On the other side of Ronnie was Walter, her husband. There was one...
Fortunately I was just getting ready to go and do the weeks shopping when the phone rang. "Hi, Sue! How's things?" I asked. "I'm lonely." she replied. "Bill not back yet then?" "His job's running behind. Won't be back for a couple more weeks." I was told. It's between 170 and 185 miles, depending on the route taken, door to door and I was there in time...