The door swings open and Michelle rushes in. Caitlyn barely twitches as she sits on the couch flipping through channels on the television, a bowl of candy sitting before her now primarily full of wrappers.
“Hey, those were for the children, Cait.”
“I only ate the Kit-Kats.”
“Yeah, those are the best ones. Do you want us to have the worst candy on the block?” Michelle flops onto the couch and removes her side bag.
“No,” she says unwrapping another.
I’d been late all day — late for morning chow, in the latrine too long, and late for Physical Training on the afterdeck. All I heard, hour after hour, was screaming from the sergeants.
How I ended up in the Army, I’d never know. At only 5’2″, I thought I was too short for the draft, but in 1942, the physical test for the US Army was, “You got two arms? You got two legs? You pass!”
As I went through Basic Training, Infantry training, and found myself
It’s a beautiful day at the Jersey shore. I’m lounging at the rail overlooking the beach watching the eye candy wander by. Beautiful young women pass me, an endless parade of taut young bodies at the peak of desirability. A blond teenager, no more than 17 struts past me on the boardwalk, her firm young ass barely covered by a tiny pink bikini. On the beach another young lovely stands and stretches, presenting her full round breasts and flat tummy to anyone who cares to look.
It all started on Saturday night when my wife (Patricia) and myself ( Ray) went out for supper and a few drinks with her sister Silenia and her husband Joesph. We went to this new BBQ type restaurant located not far from our place. We arrived a few minutes early at the restaurant and decided to grab a quick drink in the lounge before Silenia and Joesph arrived. We sit down and ordered our drinks. I look at wife and admired what she’s wearing, a v-neck type blouse that’s open enough
I was one of those young people who didn’t really give much thought to what I would do with my life as far as a career went. Oh, I had interests, sure, I even majored in one, biology. It was after I graduated that I realized that industries hired lots of chemists, but few biologists. The states hired a few each year but no where near the number that flooded into the job market every spring.
So, I went back to school, nursing school, and became a nursing administrator. That was ten years
I’m not sure why I walked into the place. I hate funerals, death, flowers. It was just all so much ceremony. Uncle Tom was gone, why did he need a party for his corpse? My gaze lifted to scan a sea of long forgotten or never known faces. Some dabbing at tears, others laughing merrily as if this was indeed a celebration. Sighing softly and moving through the crowd, the voice of my mother ringing in my ears. “You should go, pay our respects….and besides you were his
Bill and I have been married now for nearly ten years. It’s been a fairly good marriage, Bills a good provider and a kind husband. But over the last few years it seems our sex life has gone in different direction. At thirty-two my sex drive seemed to be increasing while Bill’s was going the opposite direction. When we first got married we were both willing to try anything, even some of the kinky stuff like oral, mutual masturbation, spankings, role play, and even some anal sex.
But
I didn’t want to go.
I wasn’t really given a choice. I was the manager of the project, the clients were paying our bank sa fortune in fees for the work we were doing, and we had been given to understand from our local team in their home country that
Part 3: Escape Route
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Author’s Note: despite what the characters in this story might think on the matter, this is a work of fiction. None of the names have been changed because none of these people really exist – except in as much as thoughts exist. Perhaps they’ll exist in your heads for a while.
This story also contains more sex than the previous two; this is intentional and is the case primarily because this story covers a much longer period of time than the others.
I hope
Kelsey glanced over her shoulder at the schoolhouse clock as she rushed around the den picking up and straightening as quickly as she could. She had spent the day shopping with her friend Janet, again. She didn’t know why she was so drawn to Janet but she knew she wasn’t behaving as herself. She had been generally nasty lately and leaving things till the last minute. She was not happy with herself and had been taking it out on Nick.
Gosh she loved Nick. He was not only her husband but also her