Bill slid off the bed onto his knees. Crawling forward until he could reach Janice’s lips he said, You will not sleep but you will rest. In an hour you will arise rested and eat solid food.” Leaning over Bill kissed Janice tenderly. He crawled up the wall to a standing position. Walking to the bathroom door he shut down the lights and closed the door. Working his way across the threshold Bill turned out the lights and silently closed the door behind him.
Hobbling now Bill crossed to the entry closet, threw open the door and extracted two furry blankets. Crossing to the chair he favored Bill folded one blanket and placed it on the floor in front of the chair. Fanning out the other blanket he draped it over the arms of the chair. Bill lay down on the floor blanket with his feet close to the chair. Slowly he raised his legs fitting them so the backs of his knees brushed the front of the cushion. Grabbing a piece of the other blanket he drew it down so that it covered him to his lower chest. He laid his head on the blanket and began to release the arch in his back. He heard the vertebrae and cartilage slide back into place but was unable to stop the groan of pain escaping. Read the rest of this entry »
Over the years lots of things had changed in my life. Marriages had begun and ended, kids grown up and left home, houses bought and sold, eyesight got worse, and my once fit body betrayed me. Here I was at 61 with only one vestige of my youth, my sex drive.
And, because of medical problems, I couldn’t get a hard on to save my life.
I spent about two years being depressed that fucking and making love were no longer what they used to be. I was also a bit depressed because the company I worked for was going through some downsizing pains and it looked like I was next. I had lunch with a friend, Julian, who was downsized out of an eighteen year career two years ago. Read the rest of this entry »
I first saw Mrs. Evans before the concert. Except for the sons and daughters and their offspring, the crowd was mostly elderly gray haired ladies and bald haired men so it was easy for her to stand out. Little did I know that before the evening was over, I would be fucking her in her own home while her husband slept soundly upstairs. But perhaps I should start at the beginning.
I’m Jake Roberts, just recently turned 19. Kind of your average looking college-aged kid, I worked out a lot and had even been told that I should enter a local bodybuilder’s competition but I just wasn’t into shaving off all my body hair. I did have one more tangible talent I suppose. I was a pretty good singer. Not quite good enough to make a living at it but good enough to be a soloist in the Church choir as well as the glee club at our local university. That’s how I happened to be there at this Senior’s concert. Read the rest of this entry »
“(Author’s note. This story, set in the 1890s, is obviously fiction. Waverly, KS exists and was my parent’s home town. The character, John Senior, who makes a cameo appearance early in the story was a real person, was the mayor of Waverly and has a street named for him there. He is my maternal grandfather.)”
I had a good job. I was the editor and part owner of a weekly newspaper in Waverly, Kansas. It was a town of about 1000 souls, settled after the Civil War by a group of pioneers from Ohio. In fact the main event of the year was a large gathering in a clearing on the edge of town and it was called Old Ohio Days. I had a good house, a modest three bedroom bungalow within walking distance of my job. I had two good children who had long-since grown up and moved away. I had four grandchildren who I rarely saw but who entertained me with occasional letters and pictures which they had drawn in school. I had all the good things a man could desire save one. I did not have a good woman. Read the rest of this entry »
“So why didn’t you and Mom ever…you know..get together?” Janice asked me.
It came right out of the clear blue sky, caught me a bit by surprise. Of course, if you knew Janice like I do nothing should ever be a surprise.
She is my next door neighbor, barely 22 now. The best description I can come up with is a raven haired beauty that belongs on the pages of magazines.
Now if I was younger and had my health, as the saying goes? But I am in my sixties, doing my best to deal with all the issues that come with the later stages of life. Read the rest of this entry »
I had been out of work for over a year, and reached the end of my rope looking for the perfect job. The bills were stacking up and I was increasingly impatient to find any position, short of selling my fifty-plus-year-old self. Not that I couldn’t have turned a good dollar, had I chosen that path. My healthy frame still supported a voluptuous and newly fit 34DD-26-36 body capable of twisting many a man’s head. Fact is, my marriage was still intact after thirty-some years (even after a short series of swinging sessions), and the idea of screwing around on my husband no longer appealed to me. Read the rest of this entry »
