(For readers outside Australia, a few notes: Mobile = Cell Phone. Summer begins on December 1. In Australia we wear thongs on our feet = flip flops. That is 'thongs' plural. 'Thong' could be one of those items of footwear but increasingly is also used for that item of underwear which has barely a string between the bum cheeks and a tiny triangle of cloth in...
This story is a followup to the story One Slip written by Patricia51. If you haven't read it yet, please do so before reading this story,, both to gain a better understanding of where this story is, and because of the quality of the original story. At the end of her story Patricia invited others to carry on from its conclusion, and this is my attempt to do s...
I found this post on a hot wives forum. A place where hot wives or their husbands tell of hot wives escapades or perhaps fantasies. Well, I didn't need to read beyond the second paragraph to know that this one wasn't a fantasy, it was real. Only it wasn't Betty and it wasn't Mike. I'll leave you to read the post and then I'll tell you about the follow up and...
Molly couldn't believe she just fucked a complete stranger in the back of his patrol car. She had just wanted to make some money so she could stay in her momma's house. After momma had made daddy leave the only income they had was the little bit that momma made working at the club. After paying the bills a stripper's pay doesn't leave much. Last week momma h...
Claire sat by the phone looking at Fred's card, thinking of the events of last weekend. Her husband was up for a promotion at his office; Fred was the head of the firm and the one who would decide whether or not he would get it. He had invited them to his cottage at the lake for the weekend to attend a party he was giving. He said it was a chance to get to k...
Ch 36 There's no place like home for the holidays Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2010 Early morning, Sunday, December 23rd Alessa.... I startled awake; my breathing started to slow as I stared at the ceiling fan, slowly turning, turning, turning. I looked at the clock. Too early to get up, too late to fall back asleep. Lying there, tr...
Bridget flipped through the pages of the Investigating Officer's Report looking for anything that might pique her interest. The facts of the case seemed pretty straightforward: a farmer named Palmer who lived out on the highway to Powhatan, VA, had heard what sounded like a gunshot in an abandoned barn on his property. He went to investigate because he thoug...
The late afternoon sun slanted through the windows of the house she grew up in. Maggie McIntyre woke up after a nap: her day had been longer than any shift she'd pulled during her Residency, and she still felt tired. The room still looked the same as it did when she moved away from home to college: a girl's room with lace lampshades and curtains, a ruffle ar...
I met Sammy in college. We were both freshmen attending Northwestern, where I was a Journalism major and she was Political Science. Our families both had some old wealth and we both had lower aspirations than our family's respective businesses. Our families were both Conservative and we each felt idealistic and were going to rebel from that. You could say...
You know something is up, but you don't know what or why? The question you must ask yourself is do you really want to know. My wife of twenty years a mother of three grown children that were in grade ten to twelve had texted me while I was working asking a simple question. It was how soon can you come home? I responded to ask why? She came back with we need...