I'm dying. Oh no, I can hear you saying as you reach for the off button, not another rebarbative list of ailments and vomit inducing descriptions of medical procedures. Don't worry, there will be none of that; in fact I've hardly had a day's illness in my life and only occasionally had to bother the doctor. But the inescapable fact is that I am dying. After...
Im Jay Atwood a 36 year old sci-if writer and widower, my wife died when we were 18 giving birth to our beautiful daughter, Nichole or Nikki for short. Since then. I've dated a few women over the years but could never really connect with any of them. The sad part is I'd rather jerk off thinking about Nikki and her friends then fuck most women my own age. It...
Fifteen Love Copyright Oggbashan January 2018 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. +++ The following are fifty-word stories. The tit...
Martin watched as the asteroid shower rained down into the atmosphere through his telescope. The sight was breath taking; he looked at his watch and mused. “Not as beautiful as what should be happening across the street.” He looked through the eyepiece and moved the telescope towards the bathroom window across the street. Right on time it was seven thirty i...
Chapter 15. Stephen D. (Sept 2001) Replacing the papers in my briefcase, the business of the day concluded, I then rubbed my aching shoulders. "In pain?" Stephen asked seeing my grimace. "Just a bit of an ache." I told him. "I've a new car and probably need to readjust the seat." "Let me massage them for you, see if I can ease the pain a bit." He was o...
I am a widower in my early fifties raising 2 daughters aged 22 (Jessica) and 18 (Michelle). I live in a good neighborhood in which we still can leave our doors open. My home has always been one of these and my daughters' friends always know that they can let themselves in, grab a bite in the kitchen, and hang out until whichever daughter they are visiting co...
Epilog Shelly rocked back onto her heels, resting her butt cheeks on the floor, her legs bent. She yelped, almost in unison with Loren, when their nipple chains went taught, pulling their breasts away from their chests. "Little cunteater!" Loren glared at her, unable to move. "Be more careful." But she was just as happy having the pain as having Shelly's f...
I first saw her at a fundraiser for her father, the Senator. I made a healthy contribution and was invited to an exclusive gathering two weeks later. Black tie. Sharon was hostess for her father, a widower. She looked exceedingly sheik in a simple black dress. Nineteen years old, slender, beautiful. She carried herself with a confident grace. Later I had the...
After thirty years of marriage, I was recently widowed and was soon in for the shock of my life. It's just a fact of life that men usually die younger than their wives. This tips the dating scale in favor of the widower over the widow. At my wife's funeral, I had women some I had never seen before coming up to me to wish condolences and offering food and com...
I'm Jack, a senior citizen and a widower. I suppose I must be bi-sexual, although I hadn't had any sexual couplings since my teenage years until I met Tom a few weeks ago. I love my weekends with Ellie and on alternate Saturday mornings Tom comes to clean. They are both now 20 and in a group of university students who just charge minimum wage rates for their...