The fourth day He woke from his sleep with less of a headache than he would have expected and saw that she was walking around the balcony naked again, a small towel draped around her neck that every now and again she would take an end and dry the ends of short blonde hair. She leaned over the railing in the same place that he had before, her still red botto...
We spent nearly three months cruising Vanuatu in company with the yacht Liddy shared with the couple who owned it. From the day it happened, the arrival back of the owners of Liddy's yacht had created a little something of an issue for her in so far as our Thursday is her 'sleepover' night with me arrangements were concerned. Even though she had, for a yea...
This story is a continuation of Anytime I Hear That Song but can stand alone. If you want to get more back story I suggest reading that story first. There isn't a lot of sex in this one if that's what you're looking for read the first one. It may be a little long but I hope you enjoy it anyway. As always, any and all comments are welcome. * I woke up screa...
You want to know what happened? Alright. Just try not to interrupt. I need to concentrate. I can remember like it was yesterday. It all started one fall morning when I was sitting at my computer writing. "Thank you, young man," Teresa said, twirling strands of her wavy blonde hair. She looked down at the young, muscular FedEx man, squirming out from under...
"Why not? My dad has a camcorder." "Will he let you use it?" "Um...well, he never uses it." "That's not what he asked, dumbass!" "Hey, knock it off!" a loud voice said, interrupting the other two people. The arguing stopped, and the other two boys waited for their unofficial leader to speak. Like all three of them, Ryan Young was 12 years old. And like...
_____________ 21 ____________ Mom hung up the phone and then ushered me into her study with a deafening silence and thick air between us. This was going to be heavy... I'd really fucked up this time. Entering her study, we sat opposite of each other as Mom closed her eyes and rubbed the bridge of her nose with the finger tips of her open hand. I'd really...
*Author's note: I haven't written an older man/younger woman story in quite some time, and that's mostly because I find it difficult not to make the woman look like a gold digger or desperate. But every now and then I get an idea that appeals to me, and this is one of those times. I was watching and listening to music videos on YouTube several months ago an...
***Author's note: My editor suggested that I put the last two chapters together and submit it as one. Because of my recent hiatus due to my "football injury" (haven't been able to say that since high school) I have a lot of work to catch up on. Therefore, I took his advice. This is the final chapter. On an offhand note guys, keeping yourself in shape doe...
Author's note: Here comes a romance of roughly 19k words. As is often the case with my stories, and typical romances even more so, there's not much sex in it and only towards the end. My thanks go to my editors. Stattion for his help to make the storyline consistent and fluent and Joffa for his spelling, grammar and punctuation expertise. I hope you enjoy...
This is my entry to the April Fools contest. If you like my story, please vote for me. * A new twist on the old saying, 'There's no fool like an old fool' My name is Fred Thompson and I grew up in a family of Cops. My grandfather Edward was the Sherriff of Madison County, IL, my father Ralph was the police chief of Sauget, IL, and my brother-in law Edgar...