The first package was innocent enough when it arrived. She was a little surprised to see a courier at her door when she answered the doorbell at the early hour of 9 am. Since her first class wasn’t until eleven she had actually just woken up. The courier collected her signature and then handed over an oblong box. When she opened it she saw a miniature rose bush with a dozen yellow roses inside with a note.
As she prepped the roses and checked them she opened the note. She was amazed to
I woke up and looked at the clock, it was 8. Today was my 40 birthday. I was divorced, lived on my own and had an 18-year-old son who was at college 200 miles away. I heard the post come through the letterbox so I got out of bed and went downstairs to see if they were cards for me. There where two, one from my son Greg and the other was from my best friend Susan.
Susan and I had known each other for years and she had been a big help to me when I was going through my divorce. I made myself a cup
For most people, December 31, 1999 meant the end of one millennium and the beginning of another one. Even though it was common knowledge that the 21st century didn’t truly begin until the year 2001, this night was still supposed to be the biggest party ever. Like moths to a campfire, people were drawn to this night with the thought of forgetting the past and starting over with a clean slate. I was no different, but little did I know what a great new start I would have.
It was 8:00 p.m.,
An interesting thing happened to me this weekend. First, I will introduce everyone a little.
My wife and I live in Suburban, USA. Nothing unusual ever happens here. That was until, Tom and Felicia moved in next door.
They are an attractive couple. Both of them are in their middle twenty’s. They don’t have any children, yet. Although, I think they are planning on it, soon.
Tom’s an executive, at a local home supply company. He works, many times, at night or on the weekends.
After a long week at work, I think I was just as happy not to have a date: changing into a t-shirt and sweatpants, ordering a pizza, opening a beer and watching the ballgame on tv sounded like a pretty good plan. Then in the top of the eighth inning, I heard a loud crash from the apartment next door.
This didn’t sound good, especially since my neighbor Clair’s boyfriend is a nasty piece of work and I wouldn’t put it past him to get violent.
Still in my bare feet, I went out to
Dana and I worked out a plan to get Sandra to join our little intimate group.
Sandra was totally different from Dana and I, physically. While Dana and I were of medium height and full-bodied, Sandra was tall and slender. She had a model’s body, but more like a Victoria’s Secret model.
She really had a fantastic body and a beautiful face, framed by lovely dark, flowing, wavy hair that rested in folds on her shoulders. When she moved it was liquid, effortless, athletic, very sexy!
I
Simon walks up the small staircase in front of the big, old house and rings the doorbell. Simon’s older brother, Peter, lives in the house with several friends. Peter have told Simon about their open attitude towards clothing and sex and Simon is anxious, or actually quite nervous, but also curious, now that he is visiting the collective for the first time. He is glad that he already knows Peter and Peter’s girlfriend Johanna.
And then it happens to be Johanna who opens the doors.
I had been singing in a neighborhood Blues Band since I was fifteen. No big deal. Four of us and we would play some bar mitzvahs and do open mike night and stuff. One of the guys, Glen Schwartz was a year older than the other three of us. So now he’s nineteen and off at Rutgers. But he came home for Spring vacation and that is when it happened.
I mean okay, I turned eighteen in January. My sometime girlfriend, Allison Binswenger turned eighteen three weeks ago. We had been going together
It had been the worst possible day for Luke. Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong. As he drove home all he could think about was cracking a cold beer and watching television. He pulled up in front of the house and noticed all the blinds and curtains closed. He wondered if Lara must have been taking a short nap in the living room, something she often did when they’d stayed up too late the night before.
As he parked the car he thought about Lara, her nearly black hair flowing onto
I can barely contain my excitement. Tonight’s the night I’ve been waiting for. Our tenth anniversary and the promise that Greta made to me on our wedding night.
I should probably give you a little back story to explain the whole situation. See, I was Greta’s first, the night we got engaged. I asked and presented her the ring. She said yes and put it on.
It fit perfectly. I took her home and we went inside, where she gave me her virginity. Honestly, it wasn’t my best
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