"Bad news honey. I really wanted to go to the party, but it doesn't look like it's going to happen." I reported to her over the phone as I walked towards long-term parking. I had just flown back in on the eight o'clock flight and looked forward to getting home. I was returning from a week of meetings on the merger the company I work for had been working on t...
************************************ Lol you guys, my readers, are so assertive. I had so many friendly requests/borderline threats about this Epilogue it was unbelievable. But hey, it just shows how much you enjoy my stuff and I'm not gonna complain lol. I'm happy you love it. But this is just a cute little update on them, nothing too heavy, fun, upbeat. N...
Chapter 1. School Days. Jenny laid back feeling strangely elated even though their coupling had been hurried. It had been so sweet, the taking of Mark's virginity, however briefly. "I'll never forget you," he murmured. She smiled and replied gently, "Yes you will, darling, because you must; you'll go away and the memory of me will fade and you'll meet s...
++++++++ Part 2 of 2 ++++++++ I don't consider myself an expert, but as a (sort of) person with no formal training, I think I'm a decent watercolor painter after almost six months of practice. Master has complimented my skills, saying he tried to pick up painting but doesn't have the patience for it. Today I want to start my most ambitious project: a ful...
Dear reader, this starts as a loving wife story, goes on to incest, then to lesbian, please beware. * I can't believe how far things have gone; or where I am now, it all started about 4 to 5 years or so ago. I am, or was, a normal happily married housewife, the obligatory 2 kids, happy household. I have all the trimmings, all possessions, and a life tha...
Jack and Janie Janie Ah, middle age, that wide, flat expanse of no man's land between young and dumb enough to do it and too damn old to care if you do it or not. The salad days, as this fragile time between old and young is sometimes called or might be called if it weren't for the simple fact that the salad aint' as fresh as it used to be. At forty-eight,...
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are above 18 years old. * 38 year old James Rosenshield lived with his wife Michaela and their two children in Stockholm, the capital city of Sweden. He was the son of a real estate developer and an architect. Michaela was the daughter of an investment banker and a private jet pilot. As a consequence, they both had...
The large country house where Ken Simpson and his wife lived was the main result of his successful venture into the stock market. Deals that he had made over the past ten years had made him wealthy and he and his wife, although they had become used to it, considered themselves to have not been changed at all by it. Ken was 45 years old; his once wavy red ha...
Please read the first chapters of this story. As she stepped into the shower, Barbara knew she really didn't have a desire to fuck Tom tonight. All she wanted to do was sleep, she was tired. But she could tell how he touched her, when she headed to the shower, that he had a deep desire to make love to her. She knew her husband like a book! Her husband had...
It was 4:37 a.m. That's what was flashing on the alarm clock next to his bed. At 4:36, Calvin was fast asleep. Now, he wasn't sure if he could close his eyes again. "Great, another bout of insomnia," he thought. It was Saturday morning and while work was more than 48 hours away, he couldn't block out the thoughts about the merger. Had he gotten the necessary...