“You know, I never thought I’d ever say this, but divorce really does agree with you,” Cindy said as she trimmed another inch off my shiny mane of auburn hair so that it fell softly above my shoulders.
If she was talking about the overall way I was looking, then she was right. The new style she’d created with the wispy fringe accentuating my deep blue eyes was indeed flattering and my return to the gym was showing pleasing results. Of course, my breasts weren’t quite as pert as they had been when I was in my twenties but they were still a good firm handful and the new exercise regime had my butt and thighs in good shape. But there were days like today where I felt every one of my forty six years. On the outside I looked okay, but internally there were still unresolved issues that I needed to deal with. Read the rest of this entry »
“WARNING:
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further!
This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen. Read the rest of this entry »
“This is the second episode and only the second time I”ve ever submitted any writings. Before I continue this foolishness I must point out that this episode, as well as the first one (JANET) and an any subsequent episodes are purely fictional. ANY similarities to ANYONE or ANYTHING are purely coincidental. ”
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When I got up the room where the girls were suppose to be I inserted the card key and walked in. The fist person I noticed was a young girl, not sure how old but young. I thought to my self “Man I”ve been set up and it”s NOT funny”. On the way up my imagination was working overtime and subsequently my dick was on the rise. I saw this young girl look down and stare at the tent in the front of my pants and say “Oh”.. I turned to leave mumbling something about being sorry and having the wrong room when I heard another voice say “Hi, you must be Rick?” Read the rest of this entry »
Jason bounced roughly against the seat as the four wheeler crossed the stream. The sun was setting, so he only had a few minutes to get back to the farm. The headlights were not working for some reason, making it dangerous for him to be out riding. He liked to spend his evenings boon docking in the deep country side. There was something about driving over the rocky terrain and muddy valleys that was relaxing at the end of a hard day of work. He got up every morning at 5 a.m. to start milking the cows. He usually didn’t stop working until 7 p.m. It seemed like all he ever did was work. Ever since he had inherited the farm, he had not taken much time to relax. Read the rest of this entry »
*From Benjamin Dornier’s Journal
Monday, July 19, 1992*
I was getting way too used to waking up with Hillary in my bed, and I knew it could lead to serious problems, but as I’ve said before, she was like a drug I couldn’t give up. I turned on my side and looked at her face, relaxed in sleep. She was so lovely, and looked so innocent. Feelings of guilt about what I was doing swept over me. What was wrong with me? I was risking my marriage, my career, and Hillary’s emotional well-being, but I couldn’t stop seeing her. Read the rest of this entry »
*Part 2: Benjamin Dornier’s Journal*
Wednesday, July 15, 1992
I awoke the next morning with my body pressed against Hillary’s, spoon-fashion. I love being in that situation with a woman and my body immediately responded as it always does. The fact that my erection was poking her in the butt was something Hillary took notice of right away.
“Ah…are…are you awake?” she murmured. She’d already begun rocking her hips, causing her buttocks to caress my stiffening erection, making it slide deeper into the cleft between them. Read the rest of this entry »
“Thanks for a wonderful evening,” Barbara Loomis told Tim Jackman when they pulled up in front of her apartment building late Saturday evening.
Barbara worked at the Jamestown Police Department, as the secretary for the chief of detectives. She’d wanted to go out with Tim since the first time he’d come into her office to drop off crime reports from his shift for the detectives, and was delighted when he asked her to go to the movies with him. She accepted his invitation immediately.
“It’s not that late. Would you like to come up for a cup of coffee?” she asked. Read the rest of this entry »
“This is a story that I submitted years ago to another site. It has been edited slightly since then, only to correct some grammar.
There are currently three parts to this story. At the time that I wrote it I intended to continue it, but many things came up in my life and I never got the chance.”
Part 1
The sight of Aimie was unbelievable. Her mother was Japanese, her father was Caucasian. It was a great combination. She had the straight black hair of an oriental, but the face was a sweet mix of the two. I don’t know where the body came from, I was just glad that it was here, now. Read the rest of this entry »
“This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author.”
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The weeks that followed the fatal shooting of April’s father passed quickly. Cedric had been absolved of any malicious intent in the shooting. It was determined to be a justifiable homicide based on self-defense. The shooting also resolved several open investigations with April’s father as the prime suspect. April was given four years probation to be served under the custody supervision of Cedric Chapman. For the first time since she was a child, April was happy. She had scored very high on the SAT and had demonstrated aptitude for the sciences, law and business. Mariah had enrolled her in a prestigious university within two hours of Mariah’s island home. April lived in the freshmen dormitory at the university and came ‘home’ to the island, on holidays, breaks and special ‘island family’ activities. Read the rest of this entry »
“This is for that individual who writes me but doesn’t have the nerve to leave their name or their e-mail address. I won’t respond in length and take other folks times here in my stories. I will just say to you write and we can chat if you leave your e-mail address. I suggest you write your stories and leave me to write my own. I thank you for your input. But who do you think you are telling me what I should write about. As far as I know this is still America! Again, if you don’t like my stories DON’T READ THEM! This will be my last comment to you on here. Read the rest of this entry »