About 3 years after my divorce (This was over 30 years ago); I decided it was time to get back into dating again. I finished my Masters. I had a good career. And a few good friends who helped me with my sexual desires. But it was time to try getting into a relationship. Dating
It had been a very long, boring day. I was a woman in a man’s world, in an unfamiliar city, working with people I’d never met before, discussing things we weren’t sure were going to happen. And this was going to last the whole week. Sighing, I stood outside the building, waiting for the cab
We first made contact about three years ago, on one of those dirty dating sites. I was showing my tranny profile, Velvet, at the time, and was being hit on by a bunch of dirty old men, when this “Mariah” person said, “Hi.” I was in a pretty sarcastic mood at the time, and was
Nothing, and I mean nothing, in sex gets me off more than the scent and taste of my woman’s ass. I don’t mean when it’s squeaky clean and perfumed. I mean when it smells and tastes like what an ass is and what it does. Nothing beats the erotic blast of kissing her soft, satiny
His name was SzilagyImi. He replied to my craig’s list ad with a picture of his cock next to a shampoo bottle for comparison. His dick was bigger than the bottle, with a huge mushroom head. I wanted him immediately. I drove to his house, and he let me in. We sat on the sofa
Now, on to the point of the story, the second girls night. Well, this one took place only a few weeks after the first one. I was turning 18 and managed to convince my parents to let me go out for the weekend with my sisters. My sisters and I rounded up about 20 girls
I hope that if you’re reading this, you’re too old to use this piece of advice. However, here it is anyway. If you’re just out of high school, and thinking about going to a women’s college, don’t. I did, and while it’s true there are some nice things about it, there are some major disadvantages.
“This is me,” Megan said, pointing to a charming Victorian-style two-story with strands of ivy ascending the old brick walls. She turned off the tree-shaded sidewalk, through the creaky white picket gate, and headed down the winding garden path as I followed along. “If my stepmom is home, she’ll be all chatty,” she warned. “Just
Cheryl had been my best friend since I joined the cheerleading squad at State College. We would go to the mall together, watch movies together, and study together, you know, just about everything. Cheryl was about 5’9″ (I was a wee bit shorter), and had a figure that bespoke ‘Modeling Career Here’. I’ll admit that
Today was day two at the hospital, I had come in for a routine procedure but because of delays to my scans, I was stuck here. It was nothing scary, some imbalance in magnesium or iron or something that sounded metallic. I had offered to lick an iron bar if it would help but unfortunately,
Jack let himself in the front door. It had been a long day at the store. He’d noticed Ray’s Porsche in the garage. “Honey, I’m home.” From the kitchen came a sweet “Hi Janice how was your day.” “Pretty rough.” “Well just sit down on the couch and relax. I’ll have dinner ready in jiff.”
Ray Hirsch sat at a desk filling out form after form. It was amazing, the information that an employer required before you could start working at a new job: health insurance forms, Social Security, etc., and etc. He was now filling out a questionnaire on his background which would be used to conduct a security
My morning started out as usual, I made my husband and son breakfast and got them off to work and school respectively; then I made decision that would come to change my life. My son is eight; I have been married nine years, am thirty years old, stand five foot seven inches tall, brunette with
After eight and a half hours of dealing with her company’s intranet crashes and her own caffeine overload, Amanda was grateful to let herself collapse on her bed face first. She had raised her right foot above her and began to slowly caress the back of it with the big toe of her left foot
Jasmine watched the older white woman who ran the company walk away. The bitch, she thought. Just because she was a student aide at this plant, it was no way to treat her. She had just chewed her out for some misspelled words on a document she had given her to type and send out.