*If You’re Going to Harper Valley,
Be Sure to Wear Some Flowers In Your Hair*
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These fortnightly gatherings were playing havoc with our lives. If you think cigarettes are hard enough to give up, try cutting down on skimpy little knickers and push-up bras once you have a taste for both…as it were!
“Barely had Jerry and Michelle departed that evening, than it was on!
“C’mon dad…..Pleeasse take us this weekend! We’ll be good.”
“That’s the problem Jenna,” I said, “It’s your interpretation of ‘being good’ that worries me. Look what happened tonight? Give you two any opportunity and its every man for himself these days.” Read the rest of this entry »
“This is the second installment in a series detailing the blossoming sexual relationship between a recently-divorced wife and her college-grad neighbor. For some background on how these two first got together, please read Intimate Neighbors Ch. 1. Thank you to everyone who gave such positive feedback on my first-ever attempt at erotic fiction. I look forward to continuing the series on a regular basis and hope you enjoy this story as well. Special thanks to WhiteWave48 and Lord Thelonius Porksword for taking the time to offer their honest editorial thoughts. Comments and suggestions are both welcome and appreciated and I would especially like to hear from my female readers.” Read the rest of this entry »
Anita wasn’t supposed to be vacationing alone. The trip to Scotland had been planned for months, a fifth anniversary trip, and her husband was supposed to be there. Three months before the trip he transformed from her “husband” into a “low-life, cradle-snatching, liar-cheater, asshole”. Whilst not an unknown transformation in the human species, it was a painful shock to her.
For a few weeks after she found out about the affair with his eighteen year-old blonde Personal Assistant, Anita figured it would be best if she canceled the trip but eventually decided to go on her own. At the very least, she could prevent her sleazebag soon-to-be-ex from getting his share of the money back. Read the rest of this entry »
It was four months until the end of my senior year, and I had struggled all year to keep my moderate grade average up. I really loved all my teachers, but one made me furious. Mr. Davis was always writing comments on my exams about how I should know this, correcting all my spelling errors with bright red ink on my essays, and he would make comments to me while handing back my test like, “You need to study Miss McCall.” No matter how hard I tried, I could never be good enough. I needed to pull this grade up if I had any chance of getting into the college of my choice. I was set to take the SAT’s in a couple of weeks, and my stress levels were to the max. I really needed to do something extreme. Read the rest of this entry »
