She indulged in a long bubble bath, with a glass of white wine, and a good book.  She was so relaxed when she got out of the tub, she set her alarm, and lay down on the big feather bed, and pulled the fluffy duvet over her and had a nap.  Her short blond hair, was naturally curly, and it would not take long to do when she woke up.  She wore little makeup, so that wouldn't take that long either.  Soon, she drifted off into...

It was a beautiful day, in the Rocky Mountain park of Banff, Canada.  She was on vacation, and Banff was her favorite getaway to refresh and renew.  The cool mountain air, even in the dog days of summer had a quality to it that was hard to put a name to.  The pine, mixed with the moss, and the clean fresh snow in the mountains never failed to revive her tired spirit.  Moraine Lake was one of her special places, a "happy p...

This weekend started out with a new addition to the threesome.  Todd's brother joined the group, and Alessia was just as impressed with Chad as she was with Todd.  They were both wonderful lovers, and knew how to please a woman.  She was very satisfied, and it was still only Friday evening.  God only knew what the rest of the weekend would bring.   Will was looking rather down in the dumps, and did not seem as interested...

Will and Alessia had met a couple of years ago at a lounge on a Friday evening.  Both had come with friends, but they ended up together that night, in a hotel room, for a night of fabulous fucking, and had been a couple ever since.  Will was three years older than Alessia, and for weeks before his thirtieth birthday, he had been quite vocal about one of his fantasies; a threesome, with another guy added to the fun times t...

Those of you looking to find sex in this story, will be disappointed, but it is the final chapter, one that needed to be written, to end the story for the readers who liked the first three chapters, and for the characters, who also needed their own ending.   This is the final chapter of this story, and the final chapter of this part of my life.  To Jack, who was a wonderful lover, who is a wonderful man, and who will alwa...

Alessia was a beautiful young woman.  Tall, blond, long legs, nice ass, and incredible pair of breasts that were all natural.  Nope, no implants for her, she didn't need them with her lovely set of 38C's.  Her skin was porcelain, so fair she was.  She knew she was beautiful and she used her beauty to her full advantage, when ever she had to, to get what she wanted.    She had been with her current beau, now for a couple o...

I was raised an only child by very strict Protestant parents.  As a girl born int the 1950's, it was expected you would grow up living at home until you were married and then have your family.  Sex before marriage was not permitted and that was drilled into my head, daily.   From the time I could talk, I wanted to be a nurse, and when my dad had his first heart attack when I was five, he was admitted into a Catholic churc...

He was a doctor, a Medical Oncologist.  I was a Registered Nurse.  We worked at the same Cancer Center at University Hospital in the large city we lived in.  He was widowed, I was single.  When he asked me out, I was surprised, to say the least.  I had always found him incredibly handsome.  He was a man that had been devoted to his wife, and when she died with breast cancer, he was devastated that he could do nothing to h...

Oh God, Brad is moving to the west coast.  There was so little time left, and work was bound to interfere with what I had in mind.  I had had a crush on him from the time I met him.  It had turned into a wonderful friendship, but he was more like my brother.  I was going to miss him, that is for sure, but I was also determined to have my way with him before he left for the coast.    He was out there now, finding a place t...

This is a letter written to my online lover, who encouraged me to share it here.  Thank you Darling for your wonderful words of love, and encouragement.  I love you, forever and beyond.   My Darling,   Why is it in life, that love can be so difficult?  Here we are, living and working in different cities, with only the words between us, whether by phone, or email, to give us the comfort of each other, we so longingly desir...

I was feeling out of sorts as I sat waiting for him to get home from work and to log on to IM for our "date".  I was full of sexual tension, my pussy was dripping with moisture and throbbing, literally.  My clit was engorged and erect, and I hadn't touched myself today at all.  There were butterflies lurching in my stomach and I desperately needed something.  At this point, anything would do.   I had a favorite glass dild...

She had a thing for younger guys, her motto being, "get them young, train them right".  She met Bruce at work, but he only worked casually, picking up shifts when he needed to, which wasn't often.  He had another job and lived and worked 90 miles away.    He was about 10 years her junior, divorced and had a little girl whom he had on weekends when he wasn't working.    He asked her out for coffee one evening after work, a...

They saw each other at a coffee shop and both of them were alone.  They exchanged pleasantries, you know, how are you, do you still work there, who are you seeing.    They discovered they were both between "friends" right now.  They sat and had their coffee together, even though both had ordered it "to go".  They also discovered they still had the hots for each other, even though years had passed since they had been a cou...

I met him at the library, in my writers group.  It is hard to find good men, and that is a problem that only gets worse as we get older.  All the good ones are taken, one way or another.  He is older than I am, but that's okay.  A mature man is probably good for me.  Goodness knows I've had my share of losers over the years.  I wasn't blessed with a good eye, when it came to picking men.    My high school sweetheart was k...

I am an only child, and my parents were married 18 years before I made an appearance.  I think they figured they would never have children.  Needless to say, I was a daddy's girl, through and through.  My mother was a hard woman to love, and even harder to live with.  She had a vicious temper and tended to self-medicate with alcohol a bit too much.  My father, on the other hand, could do no wrong, in my eyes.    When I wa...