Sheila and I have been married six years now and we've stayed happy with each other, even though we've had a few ups and downs. These were more to do with job and money than anything. In the time since we've been married, we've each lost our job, though, right now, we're both employed. I actually am making considerably more money, a real blessing these days. When the stress would begin to get to us, we always resorted to...

When I was growing up, sex was something people got into gradually. Birth control was available but not like it is today. And, well, girls just didn't fall over and spread out at the drop of a hat. I was 19 when I had my first time.Looking around now, music, movies, TV, well it's a different wold, I guess. I just missed out on all that and I'm sure there are a lot of guys in my age group who feel the same way. That doesn'...

Chapter 1 Nearly five years ago, Sandy and I moved to a suburb of Atlanta near my new job in the publishing industry and we soon found a new church that we liked. Like what happens so often when you join a new church, we were soon asked to help out with the planning and production of the new Church Membership Directory. I had planned on using a professional photographer with the proviso that he or she be able to sell the...

You wake to find the room darkened the sun having set while you napped. Having heard you begin to stir I'd risen from the rocking chair by the bed and had walked to the dresser opposite the bed, turning the fan off as I passed it. You look up as a small flame flickers to life reflected in the mirror atop the dresser. The flame quickly catching to the candle I hold in my hand I smile feeling your gaze though I can not see...

It was meant to be a welcome to the neighborhood party, but was more of a welcome home party. You'd invited many of our soon to be new neighbors, but for us we'd been down to visit many times and over the years had fallen in love with the area. After a lot of hard work and a few years of saving I'd finally had enough to make the trip a permanent move. So for us it was more of a homecoming after being gone to long, then a...

Miss Parker - Part 5 (The final installment - maybe) Gabriella went upstairs to clean herself up and change before dinner. Robert went to his drinks cabinet and poured two small aperitifs and handed one to Caroline. “Caroline, I’m impressed by the way you handled that situation. Not too severe, but enough to drive home the message.” Thank you Mr. Wilson. I wasn’t sure at first, but it seemed like the right thing to do.” “...

I'm writing Part 3 of the Miss Parker series, but re-working it. This story was inspired by a woman I saw in a tearoom in a small town not far from where I live during a WWII commemoration. She was as described, but perhaps a few years older. Still, she was absolutely stunning. Hope you enjoy this one and as always, any feedback is appreciated. On Report It was my third year helping out with summer village fete events. Du...

It was truly a miracle, baby. You, my darling, my Shirley, and I actually had an entire night safely alone together, one time only; a once-in-a-lifetime gift that just fell in our laps, unbidden. What a wonderful thing it was. I know you remember every detail, just like I do; but you asked me to write it all down as a story, so here it is. And, just to heighten the thrill of it, I’m posting it on this story site for thous...

Back when I was about twenty, my old dad said to me, over a beer one day, “A divorced woman is like a used car.” I had to ask him what he meant by that, and he clarified by saying, “Just remember, a man gets rid of a used car for a reason.” Looking back, I’m not sure if he was just making blokey conversation, or whether he was actually offering me some fatherly advice, but sadly he never lived to see my own wedding day hi...

They met in early September, on their first day in college. The year was 1968. Her name was Carol, and his name was Charlie. Charlie had always been shy with girls; he had hardly dated before college. He was still a virgin, though he did know what a girl's breast felt like and how to feel her pussy to give her pleasure and make her come. He even knew that he was very good at that. He had never wanted to date a lot of girl...

Charlie and Carol spoke the next day, as promised; and four more times that week. They were, both of them, so filled with joy and love, so warmed by deep friendship and mutual trust, they could scarcely find the words to speak of them when they talked. But they talked anyway. About nothing; it didn't matter. They were talking to each other, and that did. It was three weeks before they met again, and then only for a couple...

Charlie finally transferred to a college far away, as far from Carol and his memories as he could manage. He began again there, trying to find a way to find something to live for without her. He wrote her from time to time. If she answered at all, it was a polite two-line note. A few times he called her, and she spoke to him; with warmth and even a hint of concern, especially if he was crying. She didn't like it when he c...

Come with me now, sweet Rosie. I have a special space prepared, here in this world we share - here only, in our minds. The light is soft and golden - candlelight. The bed is wide and soft, and laid with silk and fur. Soft music; a sensual Middle Eastern beat, exotic, rhythmic. Oh, look; here is a bottle of scented oil...Lie down. Yes. Nude, barefoot and shaven smooth, all of you bare for my pleasure. And your own....Give...

Paul was sitting in his usual spot at his usual McDonald's, reading the Morning News and eating his usual breakfast - a Sausage McMuffin with Egg, hash browns, two milks, and a large coffee that he would take with him to school. Paul was thirty-nine - still ten years away from middle age, he told himself - and alone. His brief marriage, to a sweet and lovely woman who turned into a cast-iron bitch before the wedding cake...

My name is John. An ordinary name, and it fits, because I'm an ordinary guy. I'm fifty-seven, short, and not particularly well-built; I have thinning hair, a weak chin, and ears that kind of stick out. I'm not exactly ugly; I just have the kind of face you don't remember two minutes after you see it. I'm a corporate accountant, which is every bit as dull as it sounds. I drive a twelve-year-old Toyota, and I live in a smal...