Leanne’s was impressed the first time she saw him: slim, fit, very good looking, very attractive for a man in his late thirties; twenty years her senior, but clearly very much in his prime. She had always been attracted to older men, and she put this down to her ‘daddy-issues’. She had never known her
My birthday wasn’t looking good. Now, I’m a strong believer in the idea that having a good birthday was my responsibility, but this year chips had been falling where they may and despite my usual optimism I didn’t see much to give me hope. My best friends were deserting me; Brian needed to go down
My name’s Angela. I’m a slut and a swinger and I make no apologies for it. I’ve read many stories on the ‘net about Cap d’Agde Naturiste Village and have enjoyed them. Not because they were funny or outrageous but because they were so very similar to my first trip. A strong feeling of deja
Let’s start off with a little about me: My name is Matthew, I am a lawyer in the midwest. My main area of focus is corporate law. I travel all around the world helping large businesses acquire/merge with other medium to large businesses. I married my wife Lex 3 years ago. I spoil the hell
I’d always been picked on for my size, topping out at 5’5″ on the dot at my tallest I was always the smallest throughout my school life. Ever since I started my second year of middle school the bullying began. I was a pretty decent goalie in soccer, played decent basketball despite being the shortest
We grew up near the beach, mom was always a looker dad was average but a good provider his only problem was he drank too much. Many times his friends would bring him home too drunk to walk usually after the bars closed. Mom would often need to go outside to get him. His friends
I was looking for a special gift for the wife. She is hard enough to shop for usually, but her birthday makes shopping even worse. I went to her usual shopping spots and found nothing. I went to the craft shops where she gets her multitude of craft items. In a final attempt, I went
It’s dark on the streets of Munich. The weather has gotten cold. Not too cold for this time of the year, but cold. I have been wandering the streets for an hour now. Trying to sort my thoughts. People pass me by, tourists, couples, families. Family. My face darkens again. I rub my eyes and
In my last letter, I told you how my husband Tom had made me show off my body in a gas station, a grocery store, a pharmacy, and an adult book store. At the end of that letter, I was in the back seat of a car with Tom (my husband) driving, on my way
Karen Stark awoke at the sound of her boyfriend, Joe, gargling in the bathroom. He’d been up for the better part of an early morning hour while she slept to the sounds of his preparations for leaving. They had been seeing each other for nearly a year. A mutual friend had brought them together because,
Alison always felt safe going back to work in the afternoons. She was a teacher in a school that was safe. The students, she thought, all liked her. The janitors were always around and the school had no problems. She had no idea that this day would be different. As she walked into her classroom,
“Woohoo! We’re off!” Elysa shouted out the passenger window to no one in particular as I pulled away from her apartment block and turned toward the highway. The bustle and traffic of the city quickly receded behind us, and the visions of mountains and desert wilderness filling my head soon turned to reality on the
It was a hot spring day and he was layiing out on his lounge chair. He was wearing his oversized black shorts and a white sleeveless t-shirt. His aide had just shown up and saw he was sleeping in the shade in his back yard. She was a young attractive girl in her mid twenties
“Great, she’s asleep, maybe I can make some dinner now” I think to myself as I rock my baby daughter in my arms. Just then, I hear the doorbell. “Now what?” I mutter to myself. I glance at the security camera and see a teenage girl at the front door with some papers. Against my
“You want to step outside and take a hit?” That question was asked of me by my wife’s best friend. Normally Lori would be out with my wife, but Penny was on a marathon phone conversation with her mother. I’m sure she would have liked to hit the bong too but we don’t do that