My name is John Taylor. I grew up in a midsized southern town in Alabama. I met my wife when we were in high school together. Connie Smith was a real beauty, with long legs and curves in all the right places. Her hair was long and brown with a reddish tint. She reminded me of an actress I had seen on TV, on one of those soap operas, but I could never remembe...
Ladies, does your husband have a long-term friend who's a great guy, very likeable, but sometimes just a little, oh, wilder than you and your man? Mine sure does. Luke's my husband - a really terrific guy, just right for me, solid as a rock with great perspective on things and is crazy about me. His friend from his high school days is Bill, like I said, grea...
1 The coast of NSW remains a highlight of my time in Australia. At that time, at least, there were many places that attracted very few visitors. Maybe they were not so accessible or, more likely, didn't have the attractions that many vacationers seem to require. We often rented a cottage in D. Officially it was for six people but we vaguely knew the owners...
Author's notes... 1- Not a lot of sex in this story 2- I didn't use an editor. All mistakes are mine. 3- Feel free to comment. I love constructive criticism. I liked it because...I hated it because...I feel you could do this better...I try to respond to as many as I can. That is, unless you are like this guy who left this comment on my last story... "The...
Chapter 5: Jack, Jen & I Move Marisa For those keeping track: In our last episode I had hooked Jenny up with Jack, the trainer from the gym, in exchange for which my wife was promising all kinds of delicious rewards. I had also agreed to help Marisa, that little firecracker, move in with Jenny, and had recruited Jack's help. I was harboring all kinds of na...
The idea for this story was inspired by an idea from a reader. If you haven't read chapters one and two yet, I suggest you do so to fully understand the story. The reference to an incident where a wronged husband nukes his cheating wife comes from a previous story, "The Monster He Created." For those who want to say this or that would never happen, rememb...
Someone once said: "It is not the moment itself that matters. What matters is you understand the reason why that moment matters in the first place.." The silver 747 hung silently in the early morning Winter sky before turning slowly in a graceful arc as it connected to its ILS and headed towards a snowbound JFK as I made my way along the Coney Island Board...
Welcome back, dear friends. My husband begs me to thank you all profusely for allowing me the time to deal with certain issues between us that required my urgent correction. But now, without further ado and preamble, I would like to describe for you, as promised, a typical day in my life, as it has evolved over the years together with the person who is witho...
The summer sun had risen in a clear blue sky several hours before Linda opened her eyes to greet it as it pierced through the thin curtains of her bedroom window to alight on her lovely slender body covered only in a tiny baby doll. Her naked pussy was exposed to the sunlight where the hem had ridden up during the night. She lay there for a short time as re...
Life was normal in Carefree Cove on an August Wednesday. Amanda Albright had just taken a vacation with her great-grandmother Gracie, and on awakening was anxious to go back to the cove from the moment the sun peeked over the horizon. When her father, Thomas Albright, reported that their neighbor Michelle Hawkins was at her dock, Amanda was out of her clothe...