“Fore!!!” Sam shouted as he swung the club, striking the little white ball with a resounding ‘crack.”
I held my hand up to shield my eyes from the sun as I watched the ball sail into the distance, veering off to the right before disappearing into a copse of tall trees.
“God Damn It!” he cursed, pounding the driver into the turf in frustration.
I smiled in amusement as I made my way to the gold cart, taking a sip of the luke-warm beer in my hand.
“You
I’m a widower. My wife of six years died six months ago. She left me with two little ones. While giving birth to our second, she had to have a caesarean and that was when they discovered the cancer. It was almost virulent. My little boy was two months old when she died. I was at a loss as to what to do. I had my daughter who had just turned two and a two-month old boy.
I moved home to be closer to my mother so she could help out. I loved my kids and they seemed the only thing I was
My wife, Vicki, and I have been married three years now and we have a great relationship. We both have good jobs, a good home, and we trust and understand each other completely. But you learn something new everyday…
We moved in
Hi! It’s me Diana Johnson again. You know, the tiny woman married to that big hunk Bob. Well, some of the readers of my first story (the one which started in the Kitchen) have asked me to write a bit more about our adventures.
When I think about it, there is quite a bit to report, and some things moved in a direction I would never have guessed. You may recall that Mum had given me some of the delicate little dresses she made and wore when she was a teenager in the 1960’s and
As a writer here, I am quite different.
I write for women! I write in the 1st and 2nd person present text. I write for those women that are sexually bored, sadly underappreciated in their roles as girlfriend, wife and mother, or frightfully inhibited, but hiding a secret insatiable fantasy side…I write for those women that yearn to be in the grasp of strong, successful, attractive dominant men…men that are mysterious, successful, powerful, erotic.
Men who are strong and confident
My name is David Vervier, I’m 19 years old and this is my story…
The last week of high school was a long one for me. It wasn’t so much that I was going to miss my friends, despite the fact I had grown up with them all since we were little. My hometown was small, a population of only 2,500 in a good year, and even then you’re counting the tourists who came in from all over the west coast to fish and hunt. Don’t get me wrong, I like my friends a lot and have had some
I step from the elevator onto the second floor of the city hotel. The corridor is empty, beige and clean cut like something lifted straight out of a seventies ideal home magazine. I adjust the black silk scarf as I walk along towards your room, trying to make it look casual. My brand new stilettos dig into the dense pile carpet and form a curious counterpoint to my low slung combat pants and white vest. I like the way the heels make me walk.
I get to your door and listen at the wood. I
We texted back and forth the next day, and the day after that. I was like we were afraid to Skype again, for fear of, … I don’t know what. Afraid it would happen again? Not really, I wished it would. Afraid that she would be forever freaked out, once she had come back to reality? Very!
On Friday afternoon I had just gotten home from work. I was going to see Marianne later. She had to work late, but we were going out at about 10:00 PM. I was undressing and down to my shorts and dress
I had signed myself up for an adult website on a whim. I was just really horny one night and stumbled across it. Before I knew it, I had the confirmation email and I was browsing through pictures of hot girls and couples going at it. The pictures that really got to me were the ones where the girls were sucking on a big cock or had just got a wad of cum all across their face.
I found myself being more and more attracted to the cock in the picture than the girl. When I started browsing through
It all started simply enough. We had met on a personals site. Each of us had placed an ad, and we eventually got into contact with each other. Though our background and situations were different, we each saw something in the other’s profile that piqued the curiosity. We made contact and began chatting.
Let me fill you in a little on the background. We’re both in our early 40’s. She’s divorced, and I’m married. My marriage is not a good one. We get along well enough