Author: Story Teller
My wife Mary is quite a few years older than me (seven to be exact), and we started out as fuck buddies and were always together because we both were insatiable when it came to sex. We both just wanted to fuck all the time, and it worked out that we discovered that not only did we fuck well together. We actually got along quite well, and after 4-5 years of at minimum daily fucking, we ended up getting married. Mary was above average height for a woman, about 5’9″, and well built. She had above average sized breasts, and…
After a long day at work the only things on my mind are a hot bubble bath, tea and a good sleep. Today, when I had to tell five people they are being fired, the tea will need upgrading to a vodka cranberry. Younger versions of me would have partied and danced the stress away on a Friday night but at 49 years old those days are history. The second I walk through my front door I kick off my low heels and lay my blazer over a chair, then pour my favorite drink out. Taking a long sip I…
A Winter’s Tale of Incest and Love. For a moment, words failed me. “I’m sorry, Sandy,” I tried. “It may all work out…. This probably happens to almost every couple at some point…. Not to downplay your experience…. I don’t want to say ‘It’s perfectly normal,’ but… ” Sandy gave me a look; then she drained her glass and poured in more of the sauvignon blanc. A gust of wind slammed rain loudly against the picture window. Then a fair-sized branch flumped onto the front yard, too close to the cars in the driveway for comfort. I should check the basement, I thought,…
“Liam? Are you ready yet? We’ve got to shake a leg now before rush hour kicks in.” “Yes, mom,” Liam shouted back, wincing as he stretched under his bed, attempting to curl his fingers around the spare computer cables that remained just out of reach. Shoving his body beneath the small gap, he finally snatched the cables and pulled himself free, looking a little worse for wear. He tossed them at the already brimming cardboard box sat next to his bedroom door, dropping them next to the rest of the devices he intended to bring with him. Liam brushed the…
It all began on a typical summer day. As I did most days, I spent much of it lying in the sun in the backyard and reading one of my romance novels. My brother left earlier to play ball with his friends in a park near our suburban home. Mom and Dad both worked. I turned eighteen a week ago. My brother would be nineteen in a month. Glen and I graduated from high school a few weeks earlier. We were in the same grade because my brother failed the fifth grade. Then he buckled down and did well. Mom…
My lying, cheating wife of five years apparently thought I was clueless and unaware of her adultery, but I saw the changes and started seeing clues about her infidelity. I noticed the increased text messages when I was about to go out of town on business, which I did several times a month. Then there was the guilt sex I got before I left. It was always more intense and sexual, which she claimed was because she wanted me to know how much she loved me. Then I noticed the new sexy gym outfits and her more frequent salon treatments…
Tabitha Jones paced up and down the hallway. The day was getting away from her. She needed to go shopping; well, her train wrecked daughter Simone had told her yesterday that she needed to go for a new skirt and top for yet another party this evening. It could be argued she did not need new clothes, but actually more importantly, she did not need to go to yet another party. The reasoning was that as she still was not particularly sober from the last one. But then it could equally be argued that as she had put on a…
‘Hey, look at this guy’s stuff.’ Jaswinda handed Claudia her phone. On display on her Instagram feed was the work of an artist. Claudia scrolled through a collection of energetic, free-flowing paintings in ink and watercolour. Plenty of boats and animals and plants and… women. Rather a lot of naked women. Obviously drawn from life but not the stiff poses that seemed common from figure-drawing classes. The women in the Artist’s work were vibrant and alive. Celebrating their bodies and feminity in active dancing, stretching or natural poses. And, in contrast to the usual ballet-figured models, they were all sizes…
I had graduated college and had accepted a position at the engineering firm where I’d completed my internship over the course of the previous year. To celebrate, I had scheduled a safari trip to Africa. I love traveling and taking pictures and it had always been a dream of mine to photograph elephants, giraffes, and other wild animals in their natural habitat. When my younger sister – who had just finished her freshman year of college – learned of my plans, she begged me to tag along. How could I tell her ‘no’? She loved my hobby almost as much…
Sue and I were both at home on a late Spring Sunday afternoon. I was watching the Washington baseball team’s latest flame out on TV. They were losing badly. Sue had been pre-occupied on her work computer all weekend. Her private therapy group practice was thriving, which was both a blessing and a curse. She was one of the Managing Partners, so in addition to her client scheduling and sessions there was all the business management work as well. She finally took a break, joining me in the TV room. She brought two skinny margaritas she had made and handed…