This time when he kissed her there was something different about it. Something more behind the pressure of his lips on hers, one of his broad hands splayed across her lower back, pulling her against him, the other on the back of her neck, controlling her movements. She shuddered when his tongue pressed past her teeth, licking like flames inside her mouth, and she opened her lips further to accept his assault. She didn’t know what had brought this on;
they were not a new couple, they were
It’s a warm spring morning and I’m sitting with my husband in the patio area of a local coffee shop. The warm air feels wonderful and we sit in a quiet silence reading different sections of the newspaper and snacking on coffee and scones. It’s quiet except for the occasional bird singing or car driving past. We’re comfortable – comfortable in with our meal, in our surroundings, with our middle age status in life, and in our marriage. Maybe we’re a little too
Ted cruised slowly through his old neighborhood. Much had changed, but the Carmichael house still stood. He smiled, remembering the Carmichael girls, Cynthia, and Ann. Cynthia was his age, Ann four years younger.
He’d worshipped Cynthia, but he lived in a ramshackle farmhouse across the creek, while they were well-to-do. Her father disapproved of him, and he was shy, so he’d worshipped at a distance.
He drove on, and stopped at a small park at the street end. When he was there last, it was a
Pam Maguire wiggled sleepily against the warm body she was snuggled against. She yawned and started to mumble something to her roommate Kim McCall about whatever they had been doing last night when she realized something.
The body she was laying against was definitely feminine.
However, the bottom that was pressed her midsection was considerably more rounded and softer than her roommate’s taut cheerleader’s butt. Kim’s breasts were modest, much like her own. The generous orb
Part 3.
I went down to breakfast after a quick shower with my mind still working out some ideas. Dee and Kristen were already gone, probably at cheer practice since it was Saturday morning. As I ate my cereal, I was wondering what the range of the portal spell would be. I carefully lifted my book, and slowly pushed my finger into the portal. I could tell it was still working, but I felt nothing with my finger, even though I was in it over an inch. “Crap!” I said, as I realized she
The numbers came up wrong for the third time and I slammed my fist down on the desk. This taking work home thing was NOT going well. The budget forecast was due two days from now and I had three, maybe four days of work to do to get it done. I heard the front door open and heard someone walk in. Glancing out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ashley walk in from her shopping trip and waved over my head.
“Wow,” she said. “Nice to see you, too.” She had that hurt tone in her
This happened when I was in college and shared a duplex with a friend and fellow student at the beach. It was summertime and we both worked at a hot-spot bar at the beach. It was a great summer. We spent our days at the beach and nights working at a place where it didn’t even seem like working sometimes. It was the 70s when disco was hot, and the place was crawling with girls down for the week from Ohio and New Jersey. They just wanted to drink and get laid and we were happy to
I had an experience when I was nineteen and in college that I’ll never forget. My college was not a “commuter college”. Most of us lived on or near campus and there weren’t any restrictions on overnight guests so hooking up with coeds was my favorite pastime. I had more than my share of luck my first semester because word quickly got out that I sported a solid ten inches.
It’s funny how women will talk about things like that and how best friends will stab each other in the back just to get to a
That Tammy Burt and I were friends, good friends, was a fact, but I was never quite sure how it started. Okay, a shared love of programming helped, as did the fact that Tammy and her divorced mom lived just a block away, but at the time our friendship began, Tammy was only twelve and I was sixteen. Four years in middle teens was a lifetime!
We met, I guess, in one of the high school computer labs during a free period. Our town wasn’t big enough to have separate facilities for junior high
“What do you think of him,” I asked, pointing to an older man with a combover. “He looks like he won’t spit on our food.”
“Ugh, I hope not. He looks like the kind to talk about his grandkids to us for twenty minutes and then forget to take our order.”
“What about her?”
Jason rolled his eyes at me. “She’s wearing cat ears, Levi.”
“How about him,” I gestured towards a young man coming out of the kitchen.
He eyed
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