The Second Date…

After constant badgering, emails and phone calls you finally agree to meet me for a casual dinner and drink date. It”s a warm Spring evening and as I am driving to the truck stop on Route 56, I run my check off list in my head, shaved legs, used lots of baby lotion so skin would be very soft. I manicured my nails the night before taking great effort not to smudge the polish. My long dark hair was in perfect place with the soft shiny banana curls falling over my shoulders. The outfit I picked out for the spring night was a simple pair of navy Capri pants, a white low-cut cotton gauze blouse with a white pair of slip on sandals. I had lost 35 pounds since the last time we met and I just felt like a million dollars. I was so nervous… I didn”t want anything to go wrong. I checked my make-up as I stopped at the 4-way stop. I look over at the truck stop and search for your truck. My heart starts skipping beats when I think about you standing me up. I had worked so hard for this night and you weren”t even there! My heart totally stopped when I seen you pull your truck into the parking lot. (more…)

“Warning: Pagan undertones

Dedication: To Shawn for inspiring me to not only be creative, but to make something of myself. ”

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The gentle glow of three short candles flickered softly in the darkness. Their flames seemed to dance with a mild draft that haunted the room, the yellow light reflecting in bath water that seemed black in the darkness. The slight motion of soft legs only seemed to give the flames more life as one limb bent, a smooth, shaven knee emerging from the surface. Small beads of water slid down the exposed, silken skin as a breathy sigh slipped from full, parted lips, the sound erotic and gentle, tinged just barely with frustration. (more…)

The Bar

I”m standing at the end of the bar, 19 floors about the waterfront. The rotating bar gives the most impressive view of the Toronto skyline at night as well as the star lit sky over the lake, as it spins on its axis.

I have asked you to meet me at this spot where we can hold court over the city.

At precisely 9 p.m. you enter the bar.

You wear that favourite dress of mine, the red one, with a gold belt.

You pause at the doorway, your eyes adjusting to the dim lights. Your silhouette in the doorway is one of a tall, slender and curvy woman. The silky material is clinging in the all the right spots, and falling away in others and only hints at the sensual body underneath. A diamond necklace rests between the warm freckled valley between your breasts. Your legs, long and elegant, are showcased in black stockings. Your high heels enhance the curve of your calves. You draw both male and female eyes, eyes filled with longing and desire. (more…)

He went to the club a few nights later, a Tuesday night. He’d only been there a few times, always on Friday. He didn’t know if Lauren would be there. She was the only reason he found himself at the club doors. He asked the bouncer if she was working tonight. The big guy nodded, and Tony paid his cover and went inside. She was dancing on the bar when he walked in, so he took a seat at the end of the bar. She saw him sit down, grinned wickedly, and sauntered across to him. She was wearing only stiletto high heels and a red thong. She was dancing in front of him now, her ass only inches from his face. She turned around, spread her legs around him, sat down in front of him, ran her fingers over her tits. (more…)

It was bright and early Monday morning and Jen was wide-awake. She had a very restless night and was lying in bed feeling depressed about the direction her life had taken. She had just recently turned 30 and it had been nearly nine months since she divorced her ex-husband Ken. The loneliness had eaten away at her and culminated last night when she reached an all-time low and had sex with her ex.

Jen and Ken were married for nearly 5 years. They met on Jen’s college graduation day. Ken was the older brother of one of Jen’s sorority sisters and fellow graduates. When they met, Jen thought he was the hottest man she had ever laid eyes upon. Ken was 6′1″, 190 pounds of muscle, and incredibly handsome. (more…)

I very likely can be described as struggling with myself again.

Losing a husband of more than two decades is bad enough. Moving to a strange town on a whim, and a hope, is another trauma.

I sit here this evening alone, writing. I reach out for a tissue and wipe the tears from my eyes every few minutes, trying to keep them from blinding me as I type.

{Pills again. I take one}

My late husband Ted, would never have hurt me like this. I know for a fact he would not have.

My new man, Jon, is very nice and kind, but he isn’t the man Ted was. Ted would make love to another woman because it was normal, Jon does it because he feels some need inside to cheat. At least I think so, perhaps all of that is in my mind. no matter, it hurts. (more…)

The date had gone really well. Tess had even invited him back for “coffee” and she never ever did that. He was different, smart charming and fuck was he good to look at. They were in the living room chatting and getting closer and closer on the couch the kissing started and the hands started to wander. His hands were all over her, touching her stroking her, he started to talk about moving it upstairs

Panic set in, she remembered what a state her bedroom was, her clothes everywhere, especially her underwear she had spent so long trying to decide what to wear…maybe she would take him into her roommates bedroom, it was always neat and tidy. He always kept his room clean, and he wouldn’t be home for hours, they pulled apart for a second, just long enough for him to see the look in her eyes. (more…)

You”re sitting in a chair next to the bed, wearing a pair of jeans and nothing else. Even with my eyes closed I can feel you watching us, as we touch kiss and tease each other. You can hear me moan softly as I suck on her tongue and I feel her fingers running though my hair and down to my ass. I can feel her pulling me closer into her, and we start stripping each other, touching, sucking You know how much I love to lick and taste ((((mmmm Babyyy)))

As I lay down on the bed she straddles me and I can feel how wet she is as she leans over and slides her tongue over my lips and down my neck. God I can feel her nipples all hard on my tummy and her wet tongue sliding down my skin. She opens her mouth to suck on my nipples; I can feel her tongue on my nipple ring. I feel her body between my legs spreading them open more, and I feel her hot pussy pressing hard against mine; it’s so fucking hot now. With my hands on her ass pulling her into me more, both of us grinding into each other and moaning softly, both our pussies are shaved smooth and it feels so hot. My hands sliding up her body as she slides down mine. (more…)

“Last call for Delta Flight 793 to Orlando.”

I heard it said over the intercom system. I have already missed my flight to Atlanta and could only get a flight out early the next morning. Luckily I do not have to worry about work, I own my own company and called to tell them I would be in tomorrow and to change the interview with a prospective employee to 1pm the following day, I am told that the woman already called and needed to change it for tomorrow as well. Now I am glad that I didn’t take the time to put on my business suit an instead opted for comfortable flying attire. My jean shorts and t-shirt fit me snuggly, showing what I want shown in all the right places. I am sure my new sandals will last me a while after the run down to the gate. Well, I will have to make do with booking a hotel tonight and watching TV in my room. Something I just wasn’t ready to go do yet. (more…)

“I was sitting in my office when an unmarked envelope showed up in the mail. Inside was a note from someone I didn”t know. He dated my wife and said she sent him this letter when he went off to college. Since her tenth college reunion was coming up, he thought I should know more about my wife”s college days. We had been married five years and I have to admit I didn”t know much about her earlier years. I waited until I was home, then sat down to read it.”

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Dearest Kevin,

I didn’t want to write this letter, but I can no longer live with myself without telling you what has happened. I don’t expect you to understand or forgive me, and I know it will be the end of our relationship, but I cannot lie to you or hold inside me such a terrible secret. I know we pledged our eternal love for each other when we went away to college, but now I’ve ruined all that. I just hope you can remember the wonderful years we did have together. (more…)