I was lying naked on the bed in the spare room of my aunt’s house. I was here by choice, trying my best not to masturbate or think of sex. So far, it was torture. I was nearing the end of my visit to my Aunt Beatrice. I had been here for over 3 weeks,
“Hey mom! I’m home.” Alex the shortish brown haired, green-eyed girl called as she dropped her school bag at the kitchen door. “Mom?” She called again. “She’s not here.” A strange voice said from behind her. Alex jumped back from the stranger. “Who are you?” She demanded. The woman she was confronted with simply smiled.
I had been married to my wife for six years. From day one, everyone went to her aunt Wilma’s house to hang out, grab a drink, play cards and in general just chill out. It was where I could go for a good game of poker, as she was 67 years old and retired. I
Aunt Cecilia had lived alone until the day her sister died in 1955 she was forced to take in her sixteen year old nephew. She enjoyed living alone and was not offended by the term old maid or spinster, she enjoyed her job as a librarian and thought a good book and a hot coffee
Okay, it’s been a few weeks and if I don’t tell someone I’m just going to die. Before we got back home from, what ended up being extended, holiday I had a brief affair. Well I suppose that affair would not be the right word. Maybe encounter would be better. I’m not too sure that