For over 2 years I have had an “intimate friend”, a woman whom I regularly have sex with in addition to just being there for each other in other ways. We have a very secure and open relationship so there is no jealousy when we each date others. It’s actually a turn-on when we get
“At last!” I shouted, after I sneaked a peek through the blinds. I wanted to make sure the Gang of Four couldn’t hear me for two reasons. One, if they did, maybe they’d turn around and come back. Two, they might high five each other if they heard my exasperation. But Laurel, Felicity, Mimi and
Rose walked into the club, her black dress fitting tightly against her. Men watched her with hungry eyes, and she watched them with hungry eyes as well. Their blood was… intoxicating. She walked to the dance floor, rubbing up against several men just to feel them. She could smell their arousal, of course, but just
I had been lucky and retired early from my own business. A divorce 5 years earlier had not been that messy. We both decided that the marriage was not working. She had her own career that was time consuming and it came to an end. No alimony, no kids, reasonable settlement on money issues and
I had been looking for a place to live for several months but the residential lettings market had hit rock bottom and there wasn’t much around. Having given up with the agencies I resorted to local ads and word of mouth, which led me to a first floor flat in a very large converted house.
I had been looking for a place to live for several months but the residential lettings market had hit rock bottom and there wasn’t much around. Having given up with the agencies I resorted to local ads and word of mouth, which led me to a first floor flat in a very large converted house.