God of LoveChapter 2 Romance
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Carrie Benton looked at herself in the mirror. She had really never been totally satisfied with her body. Getting out of the shower and noticing herself in the mirror wasn’t something she did often. Her big Cane Corso, Gabe, looked up at her with a jaundiced eye. A long drool clung to his floppy jowls as he lifted his head. Carrie sighed and got the rag to clean his jowls. She had drool rags in every room of the house.
“You love me, don’t you, baby?” she cooed to him. “That’s right; you’re Mama’s big boy. You think Mama’s pretty.”
She turned back to the mirror. She wished she had bigger boobs. Even a bigger ass would be nice. It wasn’t that hers wasn’t cute; she was still firm and bouncy, she just realized she would always be little. At five three and less than a hundred pounds, she was still as cute as she had been at twenty. Fifty-five was her next birthday and she was proud that she could still wear any of her clothes that hadn’t worn out since she was in high school. She could even still fit into her wedding dress. She’d tried it on last year when she thought she might marry Jeff. She knew she loved him. She had thought that he loved her. After Eric died, she hadn’t dated for five years. Oh, she’d gone on the occasional date, but she hadn’t wanted a relationship. Eric had been her first and last love, she had thought, then Jeff dropped out of the blue. He was the new insurance agent at the company where she kept hers, and when she came in to talk to Randall about her new car, he had been drinking a cup of coffee in Randall’s office. Randall introduced them and as she signed her new policy, she had noticed him checking her out. She was a little embarrassed and hurried away.
He had called her the next week and invited her to dinner. Carrie was doubtful; she still felt deeply in love with her late husband, and was comfortable in her solitude.
“Thank you, Jeff,” she said, “I appreciate the offer, but I really don’t think I’d be very good company.”
“Okay, I understand,” said Jeff, “Maybe some other time?”
“Maybe,” she said, not really thinking that she would change her mind.
Her high school friend, James Clark, stopped by for a visit, and Carrie told him about Jeff’s invitation.
“Why didn’t you say yes, Carrie?” James asked. “It’s been five years since Eric died, he wouldn’t want you to be lonely.”
“But I’m not lonely,” Carrie said, “Just because I’m alone doesn’t mean I’m lonely.”
“Okay, okay,” James laughed, “I understand, but just give it some thought, if not Jeff maybe someone else. If I wasn’t happily married to Emily, I’d be knocking on your door!”
Carrie laughed, “All right, James, you win, I’ll think about it, but I’m not making any promises.”
True to her word, Carrie did think about it, and the next time Jeff asked her out she said yes.
Jeff picked her up in a nice mid-level Toyota sedan and took her to Jimbo’s, a family-style restaurant with a varied menu.
“I was asking Randall how such an attractive young woman was unattached,” Jeff said, “and was surprised to hear that you were fifty-five; I was sure that you were much younger. Then he told me about you losing your husband, and I understood your reluctance to date. Do you want to talk about it?”
“There’s not really much to tell,” Carrie said, “We were your typical high school sweethearts. From the day we met at the start of our sophomore year, we knew we were meant to be together, and we never dated anyone else. Even when we had the silly spats that everyone has, it never got to the point of either of us dating anyone else.
“After we graduated from college, we got married and had all these big plans for our future, including many children, and five years later, we were thrilled to find that I was pregnant. We had a beautiful baby boy, David, but complications left me incapable of having any more children.
“We were disappointed, but we pulled together and came out stronger than ever, determined to be the best parents we could be.
“For the next twenty plus years we just loved on each other. David grew into a fine young man. He’s married with children of his own, living in California. We weren’t much for traveling, so we bought some land. We grew some wheat, and Eric let me raise sheep since I had loved them from the time I was a little girl.
“Around eight years ago, fate dealt us another losing hand: cancer. We fought it with everything we had, but I lost Eric five years ago, and have been on my own ever since.”
Neither spoke for a moment, then Carrie gave a wry smile.
“Well, now that I’ve put a total damper on things,” she said, “Why don’t you tell me your story?”
“No,” Jeff said, “Don’t feel like that, I wanted to know about you, and frankly, that just makes me admire you all the more. Those are things that would destroy most people, but they seem to have only made you stronger.”
“Thank you, Jeff, but you still owe me your tale.”
“Well, it has nothing to compare with your drama,” he said. “Lilly and I also married young, maybe too young. I’m ashamed to admit that we were both unfaithful, and were divorced before our tenth anniversary. I don’t know if it’s a good thing, but we had no children, and the divorce was about as amicable as possible under the circumstances.
“Since then, I’ve been pretty much a free agent. I’ve had several short to medium term relationships, the shortest about a year, none longer than five years.
“I’ve reached a point in my life where if I don’t find the right woman soon, then I’m probably fated to be a lonely old man.”
Surprisingly, unburdening themselves enabled them to have a relaxing and pleasant dinner, and they made plans to go out again.
As she sat on her couch patting Gabe on the head, Carrie thought about some of the things that she and Jeff had talked about that night.
‘Yes, ‘ she thought, ‘I am comfortable in my solitude, ‘ but did she want to become, in Jeff’s words, “a lonely old woman?” She really didn’t feel that she would ever be lonely, but new possibilities had opened up in her mind.
After their third date, Carrie invited Jeff in for coffee. She was a little dismayed that Gabe didn’t quite seem to take to Jeff, but he wasn’t showing any signs of being in “protection mode,” either.
Jeff was a perfect gentleman and made sure not to push Carrie beyond her comfort zone. That first night they were sitting close together on the couch, listening to soft music and sipping coffee, when Jeff put his arm around her and kissed her gently on the lips. She wasn’t sure if the kiss was really so wonderful or if it was just how long since she had a romantic kiss, but she felt a tingle run up and down her spine and her nipples hardened.
She kissed him back and soon their tongues were dancing together. As her hands stroked his back, she remembered how good it was to hold a man in her arms. His right hand moved from her back, began stroking her left arm, and she felt the warmth grow deep inside her. When his hand moved from her arm to her breast, she stiffened slightly, but then gave herself over to the feelings. When he started to slip his hand under her top, she gently pushed him away.
“I’m sorry, Jeff,” she said, “This all feels wonderful, but I’m just not quite ready.”
“I understand, Carrie,” Jeff said, “You’re a very special woman, and I can wait until you’re ready.”
They returned to their kissing, but soon had to call it a night before things went too far.
They continued dating, and their post-date activities were getting hotter and hotter, though Carrie did notice that Gabe just never really warmed up to Jeff, and always watched warily from his blanket in the corner. Jeff had progressed to getting Carrie’s top and bra off, and was massaging her breasts and playing with her nipples. As he sucked and nibbled on her hardening nipples Carrie felt that she was losing her control a bit, so she slid down to the floor and got between Jeff’s legs. She reached up, undid Jeff’s belt and pants and pulled down his zipper.
Reaching into his boxers, she pulled out his semi-erect penis and began stroking it to full hardness. She rubbed first one cheek and then the other against his cock as it got even harder, smiling up at Jeff all the while. As Jeff moaned in pleasure, she kissed it all over before slowly, sensually, licking around the head, sticking her tongue out as far as she could. Jeff’s moans got louder and more desperate as she rose up a bit to start taking his cock into her mouth. She slowly moved up and down, taking more in with each stroke until she had her nose buried in his pubic hair. Though she hadn’t had a cock in her mouth for over five years, it all came back to her in a flash and she easily maintained her breath control as she brought Jeff ever closer to his orgasm.
When she could tell that he was close, she pulled her mouth off and finished him with her hand as he came on her breasts. As Jeff leaned back in post-orgasmic bliss, his eyes shot wide open as Carrie smiled at him while she rubbed his cum all over her breasts. Carrie stood up, gave Jeff a kiss on his forehead and went to the bathroom to do a quick clean-up of her breasts. When she came back, she had a warm damp cloth and towel to clean Jeff’s penis.
Carrie shrugged back into her top, not bothering with her bra. When Jeff reached for her waistband, Carrie backed off.
“What’s the matter, Carrie?” Jeff asked, “I just want to return the favor.”
“It’s okay, Jeff,” she said, just barely keeping herself under control, “I just wanted to do something for you, to thank you for being so patient with me.”
“Well, I guess I had better be going,” he said, “As much as you turn me on, if I stay here much longer I don’t know if my will power will be able to restrain my lust!” He gave Carrie a gentle kiss on her lips and made his way quietly out the door as Carrie leaned against it, wiping the sweat from her brow.
“Whew,” she said to Gabe, “Where did that come from?”
Gabe just tilted his head and looked at her quizzically.
‘God, ‘ she thought, ‘why didn’t I just let him fuck me? God knows I need it!’
Carrie went to her bedroom, shedding her remaining clothes as she went, and pulled her vibrator and KY out of her nightstand drawer. She had only used it about two or three times a year, on her and/or Eric’s birthdays and sometimes Valentine’s Day, but tonight’s session with Jeff had her so hot that she needed some release.
She had come down a little bit, so she began by running the tip of the vibrator around her nipples, quickly re-building her lust. With her other hand, she began rubbing her pussy, feeling her lips begin to part. Putting down the vibrator for the moment, she squeezed some lube onto her fingers and began to rub them up and down her slit. As her pussy lips parted some more she re-applied the lube and began to probe her vagina slowly, then gently massaged her clit as it shyly peeked out from under the hood.
Carrie then picked up the vibrator and applied a generous coating of lube to it. After turning it on low, she began to stroke her labia gently, but she really didn’t have the patience and quickly began rubbing it on and around her clit, quickly coming to a shuddering climax.
After a brief respite, she was still wound up, so she re-applied the KY, turned the vibrator on high and quickly plunged it up her pussy. ‘Yes, ‘ she thought, ‘Pussy. It had been a long time since I thought of my vagina that way, but tonight that’s just what it was.’
She plunged the vibrator more vigorously in and out until she came explosively and fell asleep with it still inside her, barely remembering to turn it off.
She woke up, still not sure exactly what had gotten into her; besides the vibrator, of course. She removed the vibrator, setting it aside for cleaning later, and went to take a nice hot shower. As she washed her breasts, they were still sensitive and sent chills throughout her body. Her pussy was even worse. She managed to get through her shower without turning it into another masturbation session, and wrapped herself in a big, fluffy robe. She retrieved the vibrator, washed it off and returned it and the lube to the nightstand. She saw her message light flashing. She checked and it was from Jeff, asking her to call him. She decided that it could wait until she had her breakfast, and put the coffee on.
After a nice breakfast of bacon and eggs, she called Jeff back.
“Hi, Carrie,” he said, “I was wondering if you would like to go out to dinner tonight?”
Carrie thought that he might be rushing things, and put him off to Friday night.
Jeff picked her up at 7:00 and took her to Excalibur, one of the finer restaurants in town. Carrie had a feeling that something was up.
The dinner was exquisite, as was to be expected, but the conversation was a bit forced, and Jeff seemed to have something on his mind. It could really only be one of two things, and the venue made one much more likely than the other.
Jeff was unusually quiet during coffee, as he seemed to be trying to make his mind up about something. When the check arrived, he seemed to have come to a decision, and rather than wait for a credit card to be processed, simply left cash with the check, took Carrie’s hand and left the restaurant.
Carrie had her antennae up when Jeff drove to a nearby park rather than either of their homes. Sitting together on a bench, Jeff put his arm around Carrie and pulled her close.
“Carrie, honey, you must know that I have developed very strong feelings for you. You are a very special woman and you are very special to me.”
“Yes, Jeff,” she said, “You’re very special to me, too.”
Jeff then got down on one knee as he took a small blue velvet box out of his pocket. Setting the box aside, he took her hands in his and said, “Carrie Benton, you are one of the most beautiful, most wonderful people I know. Would you do me the honor of being my wife?”
With only the slightest hesitation, Carrie nodded happily, and with a big smile said, “Yes, Jeff, I will marry you.”
Jeff picked up the ring, placed it on her ring finger and they stood up, fell into each other’s arms and kissed passionately.
When Jeff took Carrie home he wanted to come in and consummate their relationship, but Carrie put him off with two objections.
“Jeff, the last man I made love to in this house was my late husband Eric. I realize that is likely to change, but I have another reason as well.”
“What would that be, Carrie?”
“When Eric and I were courting, we were very much in love, probably even more than you and I.”
Jeff made a small frown.
“But more importantly, as young and in love as we were, and as passionate as we were, we were still able to save ourselves for our wedding night. I feel that I owe it to Eric’s memory to show the same restraint with you. I’m sorry; I hope that that you can understand.”
“Well, I can’t say that I’m not disappointed, Carrie,” Jeff said, “but you are a treasure worth waiting for, and so I will.”
Carrie threw herself back into Jeff’s arms, kissing him all over his face.
“Thank you, Jeff, thank you! I promise you, you won’t regret it!”
With a rueful smile, Jeff said good night and made his way back to his car.
It had all been going so well, until Randall called her and told her he had fired Jeff. He had been taking kickbacks from a roofing contractor to fix hail-damaged roofs from the last storm, even though other contractors would have done the job cheaper, and got caught with his hand in the till.
She immediately broke off the engagement, but he had the nerve to call her a few times. He wouldn’t take no for an answer until she got James to pay him a visit. James had played football in college and become a professional wrestler for fifteen years. He was huge and intimidating, but he was a big teddy bear to the people he liked. He had a temper and Carrie told James she didn’t want to know what happened.
One night Jeff was walking from a bar to his car in a dark parking lot when he was shoved up against his car and his arm was bent painfully up behind his back.
A muffled voice said, “If you don’t stop bothering Carrie Benton I’ll be back, and I won’t be so nice next time. Nod if you understand.” Jeff winced from the pain, nodded quickly, and his arm was released. When he turned around, nobody was there. If it wasn’t for the pain he still felt in his arm, he would have thought he had imagined it. Imagination or not, Jeff never bothered her again.
Carrie was pissed off and pawned the engagement ring he had given her. She felt pretty good about that, and put him out of her mind.
She knew she couldn’t stand there gazing at her own navel all day, so she shook off her reverie and got dressed. She went outside and lowered the tailgate of her truck. Gabe jumped in with a grunt and she drove out to her west forty acres. She owned a section of land. There were two quarter section wheat fields and the rest was in pasture where she kept her sheep. She loved sheep and Eric had loved her, so he let her raise them. Two of them were missing the last time she counted. She drove around the fence and spotted them grazing on the young wheat. There was a hole in the fence and she parked to drive them back in. Ralf, one of her Great Pyrenees that stayed with the sheep came up and when Gabe jumped down, they sniffed butts in greeting.
“Stop that,” she chided them. “Nasty dogs!”
They looked suitably chastened, so she took Ralf and Polly, her other Great Pyrenees and rounded up the two strays. They helped her herd them back through the hole and she got out her tools and fixed the fence. She saw one of the Rawlinses leaning on their corral watching her. She didn’t like them. They had been embroiled in a property dispute for a few years, and she was sure that they were responsible for the hole in her fence. They always had some immature comment to make when she ran into them and she hated the way they looked at her. There was an older father and two adult boys and the older man was the worst of the lot. She felt sorry for his poor wife. They were very afraid of Gabe and they usually never bothered her when he was around. Mostly she ran into them in town and they annoyed her. She wasn’t afraid of them. She had a concealed carry permit and the nice little 9 mm in her purse or in a thigh holster if she was wearing a dress made her confident and calm. Gabe was very suspicious of people unless she reassured him, and that was why she loved him.
She put away her tools and drove back to the house. She was going to the grocery store and she got a bottle of water, changed her jeans for a flowered sundress, picked up her grocery list and let Gabe get out for a drink. He rode in the back of her truck with her nearly everywhere she went, and he wouldn’t get out unless she told him he could. He wouldn’t bother anyone and kids often came up and petted him. He kept an eye on people who were close to her, but he was otherwise friendly and he loved children. She stopped at the gas station to fill her tank. She was filling up her truck when she saw a silver and black sports car pull up behind her at the pump. She liked it and wondered what kind of a car it was. A very large man got out and swiped his card.
“Hey, Carrie,” a voice called her. Damn, it was Carver Hawk. Aside from the Rawlinses, this was the only guy in town she didn’t like. He was the football coach at the high school. Her son, David, had played for him and hated him. He’d hit on her several times, even when Eric was alive and she despised him.
“You look good today,” he said. He was coming out of the store with a soda and his shaven head glistened in the sun. He had sunglasses on and he always walked with his arms sticking out ridiculously to show how strong he was. He had been quite the hero in high school, but had flamed out in college. David said he always talked about how he could have gone to the NFL if he hadn’t been injured.
“Mr. Hawk, how many times do I have to ask you not to call me Carrie?” she said. “You’re not a friend of mine and I don’t want to talk to you.”
“Aw, don’t be like that, Carrie,” he swaggered over. “I was just wondering if you might like to go see a movie with me some time.”
“You’re married, Mr. Hawk; and if you weren’t, you are the last man on earth I would go to see a movie with. Maybe you should ask your wife.”
“Why are you always such a bitch?” he sneered.
“Hey, buddy,” it was the large gentleman with the sports car. “I think the lady said she isn’t interested. Take your line down the road.”
Hawk started to bluster and Carrie interrupted him. “Mr. Hawk, I think I’ll just call your wife and ask her if she would like to go see that movie with us. Do you remember the last time I called her? I think you should leave now. That guy looks bigger than you and bullies like you don’t want to risk their reputations as tough guys.”
Hawk gave her a glare and stalked off. She turned and looked at the man behind her.
“You’re very gallant, sir, but I don’t need your help handling little boys like him.”
He chuckled. “No, I don’t guess you do. I’m sorry I said anything. I didn’t realize how fierce you were. I thought you might need a hand.”
“That’s very kind,” she looked at him closer. She liked what she saw. He was very tall and very muscular. He was probably a foot taller than she was and he had dark hair that was beginning to turn gray. “I’m a big girl though. I can take care of myself.”
He looked her over and she blushed. “You look like a little girl to me, but I’ll have to admit you shut him down pretty good. It looks like that bear you’ve got in your truck might have eaten him anyway. Do I know you from somewhere?”
“No, I don’t think so,” she assured him.
“You look familiar,” he said. “Hey, I remember you now. You have my name on the back of your truck.”
She saw Dodge on her tailgate. “Your name is Dodge?” she was bewildered. Why would she be familiar to him because she drove Dodges?
He laughed. “No, that’s not what I meant. You bought your truck at the dealership I own in Oak Lawn. See, it says Tony Mitchell Dodge down there. I’m Tony. I think we sold you a white Chrysler 300 with the hemi about six months ago, too. You’re Carrie Benton.”
She smiled. “Well I don’t remember meeting you, but you’ve got me. I did buy my vehicles from your dealership. We don’t have a Dodge Dealership here and my late husband was passionate about Dodges. I still drive them.
He walked over and extended his hand. She gave him her little hand and it was swallowed up in his huge one. She looked up at him and realized that he was very handsome. He was tanned and obviously fit. He had piercing grey eyes and she became flustered at the way he was looking at her. She flushed and felt hot and sweaty. Damn those hot flashes! She had thought they were getting better, but she was definitely feeling one now.
She took her hand back and was spared further embarrassment by her pump clicking off. She hung up the hose. He hadn’t moved when she turned back around.
“Ms. Benton, would you think I was being too bold if I asked you if you were in a relationship?” he smiled at her.
She was definitely feeling that hot flash now. “Why would you want to know that?” she asked.
“Because if you’re not, I was going to offer you free oil changes on your vehicles,” he said. “After you got the oil changes, I was going to have my guys detail them up so that you’d know I’m a really nice guy. Then I was going to ask you to have dinner with me.”
“Are you in a relationship?” she asked.
“I was ten years ago,” he said. “She decided her career as a State Representative meant she didn’t need to come home to have a ... relationship.
“Unfortunately, for her, her constituents had a different view on ... relationships and she is no longer a State Representative. Now she’s just an ambulance chaser and I haven’t seen her in three years. I hope fervently that God spares me that event.”
“I see, well that certainly is more information than I needed,” Carrie said. “To answer your question, my truck needs its oil changed, but my car doesn’t. I’d be happy for you to do all those things to them, but I won’t have dinner with you. I’m not in a relationship either and I don’t want to be in one.”
“That’s very sensible,” he said. “Relationships are perilous things. I wasn’t asking to have a relationship with you, just dinner. I love the way you handle yourself. You didn’t need my help to send that creep packing and I’d just like to be friends with someone like you.”
“Will you give me a big discount when I trade in my truck?” her eyes were laughing.
“Only if you take the bear out first,” he laughed. “My God, what kind of beast is that? He looks like he could swallow my head.” He looked at the two long, white, foamy drools coming from Gabe’s lips. “He looks like he’s already eaten someone and their shoestrings are hanging out of his mouth!”
“He’s a Cane Corso, a type of Italian Mastiff,” she said. “He would eat you if he thought you were going to harm me and he drools a lot. If he likes you, he’s a very good friend.”
“Will you introduce me?” he asked.
They walked forward and Gabe stood up. “This is Mr. Mitchell, Gabe,” she said. “He’s my friend. Friend, Gabe.”
Gabe’s little stump of a tail wagged furiously. He sniffed the outstretched hand and gave it a lick. Tony drew his hand back and looked at the slimy substance covering it.
“I think I’ll add this to your oil change,” he said. “It’s so slick you’d never need to get it changed again!”
They laughed together. “What time should I pick you up?” he asked.
“I never said I was going,” she smiled up at him. “Give me your card and I’ll think about it.”
“Do you have a phone?” he asked.
“Yes, why?”
“Give it to me and I’ll put my number in,” he said.
She got in her purse and he punched in his number and saved it. “Please don’t forget,” he said. “I’ll be waiting.”
“Don’t push me,” she said. “Friends don’t push their friends.”
“You’re right,” he said. “I’m sorry, but friends hang out, too.”
She laughed and touched his cheek. Her little fingers left a trail of fire across his cheek and she got in her truck and drove away. Carrie was very unsettled by their encounter. She liked Tony, but she had friends and she was very cautious about making new ones. She didn’t feel comfortable going to dinner with him and she buried her thoughts in her busy life.
She continued on her way to the grocery store, and almost turned around when she saw the Rawlins boys hanging out by the front door. She ignored their leers and grabbed a cart to do her shopping. She didn’t look, but she could feel them watching her as she shopped.
When she pushed her cart filled with shopping bags to her truck, Zack and Zeke Rawlins ‘God, ‘ she thought, ‘Couldn’t they come up with anything more redneck to name their evil spawn?’ confronted her.
“Hey,” said one, she could never tell them apart, and couldn’t care less, “You’re not bad for an old bitch, why don’t you ever want to play with us?”
She couldn’t help laughing in their ugly faces. “I’m not a bitch,” she said, “I’m THE bitch, that’s Ms. Bitch to you. Why don’t you just crawl back into your hole?”
Zack got pissed off and grabbed her left arm, “Listen, you old bag, you should be grateful we want to play with your old pussy!”
Carrie kept her cool. “If you don’t want to lose that arm, I suggest you let go of mine,” she said.
Zeke grabbed her other arm. “Just what do you think you can do about it,” he snarled.
Carrie just grinned. “Oh, little ole me? Oh, I’m not going to do anything.”
The two assholes just grinned.
“Gabe, protect!” she said. There was a blur of black fur and teeth as Gabe leaped out of the truck and sank his teeth into Zeke’s butt. Zeke shrieked in pain, dropping her arm, flailing at the monster attacking him.
While Zack was watching what was happening to his brother, Carrie reached under her dress, pulled out her pistol and stuck it in his face,
“If you want to remain upright, I suggest that you release my arm,” she said.
Zack immediately let go and backed off, putting both hands up in the air.
“We dint mean nuthin,” he said, “We’s jest havin’ sum fun!”
“Well, it wasn’t much fun for me,” she said, rubbing her arms where they had grabbed her. “Gabe, release.” He reluctantly released Zeke, but sat beside Carrie, ready to spring into action if his owner was threatened again.
Just then, the police finally arrived, and Zeke and Zack were falling all over themselves, trying to claim that Gabe attacked them and that Carrie pulled a gun on them.
Fortunately, all the bystanders who did nothing while Carrie was being accosted came forward with the real story, and Zeke and Zack were hauled off to jail. The cop gave Carrie his card and told her she would be contacted to see if wanted to press charges.
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Doris and Grace had not crossed paths, expect for telephone and email exchanges, for almost half a decade. That said, as sisters, they remained close; it had been that way since their earliest c***dhood days in England. The two women had both 'married well' and settled into their lives on opposite sides of the Atlantic -- Doris in Los Angeles; Grace in Paris. They had both managed successful careers and the demands of being both wives and mothers. When Doris's marriage had ended in divorce...
Doris and Grace had not crossed paths, expect for telephone and email exchanges, for almost half a decade. That said, as sisters, they remained close; it had been that way since their earliest c***dhood days in England. The two women had both 'married well' and settled into their lives on opposite sides of the Atlantic -- Doris in Los Angeles; Grace in Paris. They had both managed successful careers and the demands of being both wives and mothers. When Doris's marriage had ended in divorce...
Doris and Grace had not crossed paths, expect for telephone and email exchanges, for almost half a decade. That said, as sisters, they remained close; it had been that way since their earliest c***dhood days in England. The two women had both 'married well' and settled into their lives on opposite sides of the Atlantic -- Doris in Los Angeles; Grace in Paris. They had both managed successful careers and the demands of being both wives and mothers. When Doris's marriage had ended in divorce...
Doris and Grace had not crossed paths, expect for telephone and email exchanges, for almost half a decade. That said, as sisters, they remained close; it had been that way since their earliest c***dhood days in England. The two women had both 'married well' and settled into their lives on opposite sides of the Atlantic -- Doris in Los Angeles; Grace in Paris. They had both managed successful careers and the demands of being both wives and mothers. When Doris's marriage had ended in divorce...
Hello ISS readers. I have been a follower for quite a long time. have posted a few of my experiences and felt good to hear from you’ll. Keep writing to me at About me, am a 30 year old married man, 5.9ft, muscular with a macho looking personality. Born and raised all in Bombay, moved to Bangalore a couple of years ago. I have a pretty content life in general with the obvious routines and monotonous lifestyles. Regarding my interest in women, I had a lifestyle of dating during college and early...
From the author of “When Sex Doesn’t Involve Talking But Only Passion” , I am narrating a story of how I found a secret boy friend. I am 29 slim to built, smart, bi-sexual, mostly end up being a bottom while also getting the partner to do the same. Rakesh was my best friends husband, she was the common friend of me and my wife, she got married to him last year and were living in pune, they moved back recently to chennai. Me and my wife stayed nearby to them when they moved, so we always used to...
Gay MaleHi all this is Kittu I am from Hyd this is my first story hope you like and make it best actually this is a story how I introduced to the call service, ya it’s fun but involved pain and hard feel please feel free to write in your comments to Thanks for the ISS team for letting some true exp come out of lonely peoples heart. Though they might be a fantasy but they get relaxed I hope with when they share any way coming to the story I am from bang lore moved to hyd for the job purpose and...
Sailing – Quiet Romance This is a little tale about an experience I had a while ago. But first, let me introduce myself, and also mention that all characters herein are consenting adults. The names have been changed in an effort to circumvent unnecessary persecution. I’m an ‘older’ guy, recently retired, living on a barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico, off the southwest Florida coast. I enjoy leading an active life, and try to stay fit by walking, bike riding, swimming and sailing on the...
MatureOffice Romance I don't know, maybe I should have said no and put my foot down when my wife wanted to feminize me. Of course, it would have been a foot wearing a leather three-inch-heeled slingback by then. We were an unusual couple from the beginning with me being younger and my wife being so much more dominant in our relationship. I was attracted to powerful women who liked to lead and Jane was everything and more. I worked as the information technologist in a large law firm in...
February 11, 1983 We had a show scheduled for this evening; we'd booked a Friday night slot at one of the campus pubs. It was to be my first gig with Lightning in a Bottle that wasn't specifically for friends and family. But it didn't happen. Oh, don't get the wrong idea. It wasn't because of any misdeeds on my part, or a resumption of intra-band discontent. Not this time. Rather, the blame fell squarely on Mother Nature. The snow started falling early that afternoon, and within a few...
It was close to midnight as Callum Donald followed the tight butt of curvy Paula Olsen, his latest girlfriend, up the narrow stairs to her apartment. It was the third time they’d dated and he wondered would she’d get lucky tonight. She must want it as she’d made admiring comments about his physique. That surely indicated her level of interest. Paula was an assistant accountant at a construction company he’d visited when engaged as a consulting engineer. He arrived at her workplace whenever the...
Max was with me today, being a good work colleague he sometimes shares his lunch hour with me rather than his new wife. He'd go on about her sometimes, which is fine and I'm happy for them both, but it simply serves to remind me just how single I really am. Today was my lucky day though. She showed up almost right after I did, and ordered a mint chocolate coffee and a muffin. Her name's Karen. I discerned that from her orders being called by the barista, but I knew very little...
CAUTION: This is a story of a romance that is still building. The people in it don’t know what will happen next, but they hope they have found something beautiful and lasting. Because they have been so unsure of themselves until now, there is no sex at all until late in the story, and even then there is nothing very explicit. * Nicole Evans found herself between the proverbial rock and a hard place. She was unemployed, eligible for only the minimum unemployment compensation, and with little...
Chapter One: Boy Meets Girl I noticed her on the bus ride to downtown in the morning. She was a very pretty young woman in her mid twenties with a nice shape but painfully shy. She had a faded purple streak in her brown hair but now she was sporting a new style, blond curls with highlights. She worked in an office and always wore sneakers even with her dresses. I was attracted to her and started saying ‘hello’, ‘good morning’, ‘have a great weekend’ and was granted a rare smile. One day I...
If you want raw, graphic sex, go to another story. This is romance, and also a sad story. ***** My wedding to Carla, my fair skinned, black haired beauty, was an event I will always remember. It was not just because I was publically committing to the woman I wanted to spent the rest of my life with. I hadn’t thought about it while single, but on my wedding night nearly every woman in the room wanted to spend time with me. All the men wanted to be close to my beautiful bride was well. We had...
**A/N** So this is something new.. I’m trying it out and will post the next chapter if this gets high reviews. Rate and Review please Kay City Romance Monday It had been a long day. My body was sore and I definitely needed a shower, I reeked of hard manual labor. My hair had sweated itself into a mass of tangles stuck flat to my forehead and face, I was the epitome of a hard worker. My clothes were caked with a layer of dust collected over the years in a filthy attic. What’s sad is that...
CHAPTER 1 A three-night stop in Chicago and then back on the train to Boston was Harvey Chadwick’s plan. He had been visiting his sister in LA after roaming the world for two years following his wife Sophia’s death in a car accident only three months after their marriage. The 30-year-old computer systems troubleshooter had long lost his grief and when reaching his parent’s home in Boston Harvey planned to find another lively lady and settle down again. His mom reckoned she had three lined-up...
A romance is a tale told by an idiot, full of flowery phrases and stolen kisses, and signifying nothing. To the fool, the teller of such tales, the fascination lies not with the sexual act: a messy business finishing with a shout and a grimace, but with the dance that brings them there. That eternal game of cat and mouse that brings two seemingly complex people into the hormone-induced dream world we call love. Love causes people to merge until they wed and propagate, or go their woeful ways. ...
This is a work of fiction. As this is in the Romance category, it takes time to build the entire story, including the sex. Be patient and enjoy. Your feedback is always appreciated. MEETING DR. STEIN In my capacity as the Regional Manager for a large pharmaceutical company, I was given the charge of developing a partnership with the Cardiology department at one of the major New York City Hospitals. Dr. Stein was part of the faculty at the hospital. She was the physician I was told to contact...
Sailing – Quiet Romance This is a little tale about an experience I had a while ago. But first, let me introduce myself, and also mention that all characters herein are consenting adults. The names have been changed in an effort to circumvent unnecessary persecution. I’m an ‘older’ guy, recently retired, living on a barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico, off the southwest Florida coast. I enjoy leading an active life, and try to stay fit by walking, bike riding, swimming and sailing on the...
Five years ago I started to fall in love with my beautiful wife BUT WAIT it’s not what you think it’s my sister but with a step in front of it. I’ve always seen my step sister Jane as the most beautiful woman ever and the day that I met her was the best day of my life...well not exactly because a month before my parents got a divorce and I couldn’t see my mom anymore because she cheated on my dad and took my by blood older sister away so I was not in the best mood. At the time that I met her I...
RomanceLet me start by introducing myself before I tell my story. My name is John, when all this started I was a freshman in my university study. I'm a 5 ft 7 inches tall guy, I'm average when it comes to my physique, not a scrawny little guy or a fat short one and my intellect was not also on the extremes, which didn't help me to fit into any of the stereotypes at school; I was good at sports, but not so good to join the school's team, I was a gaming geek but not smart enough to join the nerds, and I...
RomanceThey dance closely, holding each other as near as possible. The ballroom is lighted romantically as hundreds of men and women dance the night away. They might as well be the only ones there, for all she can focus is him and all he can focus on is her. He's looking at her in the way a man looks at woman that he loves. His hands make their way a little too close to her breasts for The song ends, everyone politely claps. A new song begins but he takes her arm, guiding her swiftly off the dance...
RomanceThis story is the story of romance and genuine love. There are alot of erotic firsts in my life but none are as dear to me as my first time with Jacob. We meet our junior year of college. I had just left the rugby team which was a club sport and he was openly gay and had just broke up with a long time boyfriend after he cheated on him. We were both changing and ended changing together. We had common interest like the outdoors. He turned me on to meditation and alot of liberal ideals....
Hello readers.. I’m in love with this site and you readers. You readers have been so kind and I’m surprised with ya feedbacks, your mails flooding.. This story is for you wonderful readers how you like it. And hope I have replied to all ya mails… For all the new readers let me introduce myself. This is Rohan Sharma. Age 27 years. I won’t talk about my looks, u can check it out yourself as I shall forward my pictures to you. I’m a sex advisor, a massuer by hobby. I’m here to help you in any way...
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Karen's Romance - by: Norman O. Johnson It was a cool, rainy September afternoon in Raleigh, North Carolina. Thunder rumbled in the distance from slate-colored storm clouds. Rain was falling steadily in the backyard, overthrowing the bird bath, as I sat in the screened-in back porch sipping my herbal tea and reflecting on the extraordinary turns my life had taken in the last year. My name is Karen Lauterbach. I used to be named Kevin. You read that right. I changed sex a little...
Holiday Romance ? by: Rachel Edwards Part 1 The sun was scorching as I stepped off the plane with my parents. I was now 18 years old and my parents were treating me to one last holiday abroad before my, the best way to put it, coming of age. They were now resigned to what I was undertaking and were becoming more and more supportive of me. Thinking back to that first time trying on a few of my older sisters clothes all those years ago I had no idea what world was opening up...
Hi everyone, mera naam jivan hai.Aap sabhi mujhe janate hai.Aaj mai aapako mere classmate ki story batane wala hu.Aapako story kaise lagi ye aap mujhe mail karake yahoo.in Mere class me komal naam ki ek bahut he sundar aur sincere ladaki hai.Wo kabhi bhi kisi ladake se baat nahi karati,unhe dekhati bhi nahi thi.Wo bahut hi shant rahati thi.Sabhi lectures attained karati hai,aur padhai mai bhi top me rahati hai. Sorry maine usake bare me aapako bataya nahi.Usaki height 5″ 6 hai.Colour me savali...
Absolutely not come to sleep that night, turning sideways, it would have been wrong to tell the truth, I alocanalu, could not sleep at all, the silence around, it is very difficult to bear, who seemed to be near the door, I saw, in front of the aunt, pack up, “Come on in, Aunty, how sepayyindi You stand there, “And to come back inside, sitting on the ground adjacent to the wall,” adithya sleep to come, or “” Yes, the day you look back and go, jacksonian of a sudden, my mind, my chest became...
Hey! Guys. I am writing a new story after 2 years now. I was amazed by the response i got earlier specially from girls too. I never thought that i will make friends through this site. Comments /suggestions always welcome please email So this story is of initial college days, i didn’t like my college people much more specifically any girl. I was still more involved with my friends in school but they were too gradually getting engaged with their new friends. I guess it was me who was not able to...
Still on holiday and having an amazing time in the sunshine. My sister and I decided to head at night to a local nightclub to see what it was like. We knew it was aimed at our age range so we figured it would be some fun, better than watching flamenco dancers for the 1000th time anyway. Both of us got ready and headed over to the club, we both got in no problem and I scanned the room. There were some lovely girls there at the club and all wearing little to nothing however there was one girl...
Holiday Romance by Richard-to-Rachel It was two days before our holiday to Prague that my girlfriend decided to leave me, it turned out that she'd been cheating on me for a while and had come to realise just now that she couldn't live with it on her conscience any longer. I was heartbroken, I had felt that we'd had a real connection and now I found out that she'd been deceiving me all along. I'd never really had much luck with women, I wasn't great looking and kind of shy and it had...
Hotel Romance The hotel was in a remote part of Wales, which allowed it to cater for an exclusive group of clientele. It had the usual facilities, from a sauna to a swimming pool as well as outside tennis courts, although to be honest most of the guests didn't tend to avail themselves of these facilities. James arrived at the hotel on Friday evening and was greeted on the door by a woman from the Sissy club, Roberta. He registered at reception and was asked to record two names,...
Here I am, now the complete woman that I was meant to be after the accident that ended my boyhood. Please, get comfortable if you want to here about my Spring Romance. [][][] My name is Carol Jesse Sims. I was born Carroll Jesse Pridmore, I've been married for 21 years to the most wonderful man I've known since we were both children, Harold Lester Sims. We have twin girls and are soon to be grandparents! We were both born in Miami...
My Summer Time Romance Synopsis:Two friends figure a way to get into the Spring Dance, where going Stag is not allowed. One will go as the other's date. The gambit is a dream come true for one. [-][+][-] Boys will be boys is what people say to explain why some boys are so mean, but some girls are just as mean. But there are also boys who make pretty girls, I should know because I'm one of them and couldn't be happier. Let me tell you how a former boy became a happily married...
A Modern Romance Some people spend years trying to figure out where their particular kinks come from. They spend years in therapy searching their memory for a particular redhead or a half-forgotten TV show in which a villainess wore shiny, shiny gloves. They pay hypnotherapists to reignite their earliest pre-pubescent sparks of desire and cross reference them in Freud or Jung or else wade through scientific papers full of ambiguous brain scans and experimental data trying to untangle...
A Beach Romance -- Steffi's Story Companion to Suit-able Punishment. Further explains Steffi's side of the story. Prologue Steffi Thomas was a classic "townie" in a small beach town. Steffi's family owned a local pizza parlor, Shore Pizza, for almost 50 years. It was only a block off the boardwalk, and was a favorite of locals and the tourists who vacationed during the summer. Three generations of Thomas' grew up in the town, running the pizza parlor and making friends...
VALENTINE ROMANCE by Throne My wife Valerie had put me into a special outfit for Valentines Day. I had on a pink tank top, short red skirt with pleats, white stockings with hearts all over them, and black Maryjane shoes. My panties were plain cotton ones, colored aqua, and somehow more demeaning that the fancier bikini-cut type I was ususally put into. She had done my make- up herself, saying she wanted it to be perfect. There was pink eye shadow, along with big circles of dark...
Rebecca had always been quiet and meek around others. She kept herself to herself and clung to her few, close, friends who liked her just as she was…and why would she want anything more? Her days were usually long and stressful but knowing that the weekend was coming up made it all worth while. She took a sip of water and continued reading through the last few chapters; she worked for Python Publishing. Her boss had been keen to get this book edited and published by today and Becca was not...
LesbianIn my fantasies, I often like to mix romance and humiliation. I find thesetwo compatible, each balancing out the other. This is one of my most recentof such fantasies: I am in a room with a large four posted bed. On the bed, spread eagle ismy boyfriend. We can call him Joe. Joe is sexually shy, and isn't into experimenting.Too bad for him! I have tied him like this with the help of a female friendof mine who I will call Sara. We had collected him earlier from a bar wherehe had been drinking...
Workplace RomanceBy ADOM©I was in my late twenties and had just change careers. My new boss was a first for me. Not only was she my first female boss she was also my first Black boss. Laura was smart, classy and beautiful. She was my age, about 5'10' with beautiful milk chocolate skin. Her large dark eyes and full lips completed her a perfectly proportioned body.We hit it off from the very beginning. I was eager to learn my new job and she appreciated my dedication and desire to do good work....
It took me some time to dare sharing these daydreams of mine and posting those online. The last year during this whole Covid situation has brought some major changes in my personal life and finally gave me the courage to do so. This is the story I want to share with you now. I naturally changed the names of all affected people (except for my real first name which is quite common here in good old Germany) because I do not want to cause trouble for anyone involved. But I am rushing ahead of...
It hasn't bothered me for some time now. It used too. Perhaps many or even most of you will think that it SHOULD. But the fact is, at this stage in my life, my relationship with my son John is to us, the most natural, the most beautiful, the most pure coupling imaginable. We are both secure in the strength of our love both filial and physical. We first consummated our love when he was seventeen. Perhaps at that tender age, there was an unfairness in the division of authority between us. What...
"Ha...ha... Ah..! Charles!" "Sybil!" The couple's copulation reached their peak and the woman tensed as pleasure washed over her before finally falling limp, the rhythmic motion of her panting breast all that signaled her livelihood. Reluctantly, Charles withdrew his still rigid manhood and climbed off the bed. Mechanically, he dressed, pushing his continuing erection down till it was pressed against his thigh and secured there by his underwear. Trousers covered it up shortly after....
WARNING: This is more about relationships than wall to wall sex. EG * * * CHAPTER 1 Rosie Fields was running for something to do, covering up to six miles each evening after work on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. She began five weeks ago after her fiancé of three months dumped her without warning. Paul wrote from seven hundred miles away providing his new address and asking for the return of his engagement ring. Rosie tossed the letter into the trash on the premise she couldn’t help him and...
It was as she had foretold. Thomas Crown sat in on the meeting, and at the end, he congratulated Gene on his promotion. There was never a reference to the incident at the party. Mister Crown ended by saying that his door would always be open, if Gene had something on his mind. Directly afterward, Gene saw his desk contents and personal items being carried up to the second floor and put into a small office near Folger Parris' office. An office of his own! Folger had explained that he would...
Carrie's Story by Marci Manseau Chapter One - In the Beginning My name is Charles Ankersby. Well, at least it used to be, and this is the story of my life. It tells the tale of how I came to be Carrie Miller. No, you're wrong. This isn't just another autobiography of a transsexual. I'm a transgerderist and, if you're not aware of it, that's a whole different thing. It's an almost true story. It happened just the way I'm going to tell it to you. I have changed some...
a short story by Romance666 coming in from the hot dusty weather, Jamie lifted the canteen over her head water poured over her long black loosely curled hair making it cling to her rock hard body underneath her army green wife beater and gun belt hanging from her shoulder. Zombie brains washed down to the floor and floated down the stream on the concrete. What's for dinner bitch? she jokingly says to Lucy, Lucy had stayed home to cook a dead dog they found on the street on a scavenger hunting...
I'm definitely screwed. It’s late at night and I haven't even called in to say that I'm going to be late. For sure, mom and dad would be livid. My younger brother Dave couldn't help me out of this. He texted me for what seemed ages ago that he would turn in early and I should get back home soon. The party lasted longer than I expected and I lost track of time. Completely exhausted, I have no time for early morning arguments and dismissals. I just hope mom and dad are fast asleep and would...
IncestI rose from the dead, except thqt's putting it simply. I was never alive and still wasn't, in the way some people are. Even creatures made of gas and lightning are more like a standard mortal than a real angel or devil, which are themselves not quite as weird to a human in this world as dimensions like me. I recall what banished me, for the last thousand years. It wasn't a man I hate, for I cannot blame him. I have come to ruin this world, and he saved it. I have returned to ruin it more. I see...
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