Second Chances
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I always hear the term "dirty old man" referring to a lot of older men that gawk at pretty young girls. Well, no one ever really mentions "dirty old woman" although there are a lot of us out there. I am one of them myself. Here is my dirty little tale.
It was that one summer that changed everything. My husband had died earlier that year and I was left alone in our small country home. My daughter Caroline had just met a wonderful young man whom she would be marrying. Caroline had a very hard youth.
She'd gotten pregnant at the very young age of 18 and the boy who'd gotten her pregnant wanted nothing to do with her. My husband Dan and I were upset just like any parent would be but we stood behind our daughter one hundred percent since we had Caroline when I was only 19. We both helped her raise her beautiful son, our wonderful grandson Luke.
I raised Luke while Caroline went to school and managed to get a great job at a bank. I would cook for him and bathe him just like a mother would. Dan and I grew very close to our grandson and were quite sad when Caroline finally got her life together and moved away. She dated a few men in her years until Luke was about twelve and that's when she met James. They dated for several years and now they were about to get married. They would often go away on weekends together leaving Luke to stay with me. Now this summer Luke had just turned 18 and was getting ready to leave for college.
I felt sad in a way watching my grandbaby become a man. I figured he wouldn't need his old granny anymore. He'd be off to college meeting new people and moving on with his life. He was my only grandson and I didn't like the idea of losing him already.
Caroline lived in a cozy apartment downtown with Luke and James. She called me up that one Thursday evening to let me know she and James would be leaving early that morning for a weekend getaway in Vegas. I never expected her to say that Luke wanted to stay with me that weekend since I figured he was of legal age to stay home alone.
"He likes your pool, Mom," Caroline advised me when I was surprised to hear Luke wanted to stay with me.
"Well that's fine darlin'. He can stay with me. It's not like I had big plans," I replied playfully.
"Well I'm sure you'll have plans soon Mom. You're still beautiful after all these years you know that right?"
I beamed while my lovely daughter complimented me. "Oh you're so good to me honey. Right now I'm not looking for any dates. Your father will probably be the only man I'll ever love."
I heard my daughter laugh and some static on the phone. "Oh mom you're too much! I've gotta get going this phone is about to cut off and James and I got an early flight tomorrow. Luke should be at your house early in the morning."
I hung up the phone and sighed. I thought about what my daughter had said about dating other men. How in the world would I ever do that again? Most men my age didn't want 56 year old women like me. They wanted nice pretty twenty year olds with firm breasts and baby smooth skin. It was going to be impossible to fall in love again. I might as well get used to living alone just like the old ladies I used to make fun of when I was young myself.
I was awaken the next morning by a hard knock on my front door. I opened my eyes quickly searching for my glasses. I grabbed my long robe and tied it around me. I knew it'd be my grandson.
I walked towards the door slowly still almost half asleep. I peeped outside and saw my handsome grandson outside. He'd gotten so big! I could see his dark hair was spiky and his green eyes were still droopy from lack of sleep.
"Luke, sweetheart!" I yelped opening the door to greet my wonderful grandson.
"Hey grams!" He put his arms around me tightly. I felt I was about to lose my breath.
"Come on in, hun. Is your mother still outside?" I asked peering out the door.
"No, she and James were in a hurry and had to get to the airport quickly."
"Well it's still early hun, why don't you get some sleep and I'll wake you up in about two hours for some breakfast?"
He smiled so sweetly like he always did. "Aww thanks grams. I love your cooking, you know that. What room should I sleep in?"
I pointed to the room next to mine. "That's the guest room. The sheets are clean and I think some of your clothes are in there."
"Thanks grams. I brought some of my swimming trunks and a few t-shirts and shorts just in case," he said holding a small duffle bag.
Luke went on to sleep and I started doing my daily chores. It was the same routine over and over since my husband had passed away. I'd get up early, usually shower and then whip up a small breakfast for me and watch some morning talk shows. Afterwards I'd clean up and do some laundry followed by my usual afternoon walks and then off to bed. It was so lonesome but what else could I do?
A few hours passed by and Luke woke up to the delicious smell of my bacon and eggs. He walked in the kitchen wearing his plaid boxers and a t-shirt. My eyes widened looking at his gorgeous youthful body!
"Hey grams, that smells sooo good!" He said closing his eyes and taking the time to smell the food.
I was still left speechless. I'd never realized Luke had gotten so gorgeous. Or maybe I had never paid attention. Either way, he was a very striking young man.
"Grams? Uh, are you ok?" he asked looking at me closely.
"U-uh y-yes. Yes sweetie. Here you go. Some nice home cooked eggs and bacon. I'm making some pancakes with that too."
Luke licked his lips and I saw a small silver stud on his tongue. "Oh my sweetie, what in the world do you got on your tongue?"
He laughed softly. "It's just a tongue ring grams. I got it last week."
"Why on earth would you do something like that?"
"Well, it's because... because I hear a lot of girls like tongue rings."
"Why would girls like that sort of thing?" I asked confused.
His handsome face turned bright red and he just nodded. "Never mind grams, so what have you been doing lately?"
Luke and I spent that afternoon watching some TV and I felt somewhat uncomfortable knowing he'd rather be out somewhere having fun instead of with his old grandmother.
"Luke sweetie are you sure you don't want to borrow my car to go out with your friends?"
He looked at me with a small frown on his face. "You want me out of here huh? Why is that? You got some man coming over?"
I laughed. "Oh yes I've got a date tonight. In fact I've got two dates," I teased.
He put his strong arm around me and looked deeply in my eyes. "Grams, I'd believe that you know. You're still a very pretty lady."
My heart was racing as I could feel his warm breath tickle my skin. "I'm not. I'm just an old hag."
He kept a straight face. "No seriously grams. I mean when a lot of my friends met you, they actually thought you were my mom and that my mom was my sister."
"Well your mother is still very young. I'm over the hill hun, there will be no second chances for me."
He sighed heavily. "Yeah right. I bet you have tons of men that are in love with you. I know I'd be in love with someone like you."
I felt my face turn red. Luke just went back to watching TV leaving me speechless.
Later on as the sun was setting, Luke had decided to invite some friends over to swim in my pool. It was a huge swimming pool my husband had built and where Luke learned to swim. He'd bring all his little friends from elementary over and they'd spend hours out in the pool. Now it seemed so arousing to know that he'd be in the pool all wet and half naked. I'd be able to see Luke with his hair drenched and wet swim trunks giving me a slight hint of what he has between his legs... Ok stop it you dirty old hag, I kept reminding myself.
A few hours later, some of Luke's friends showed up at my house that evening. The other boys were Tommy, Kevin, and Lance. They were all very good looking as well. Luke had been playing baseball with them since he was just six years old. I knew the boys well and their parents too.
"Grams? You know Tommy, Kevin, and Lance right?" Luke announced as he brought the boys in.
"Yes, hi boys," I said nervously.
The three boys just smiled and waved. Oh god they were all so gorgeous! Quit looking at them! They're only 18 damnit!
They boys headed off to the pool wearing only their long swim trunks and nothing else. I was in the kitchen washing dishes and cleaning up but managing to ogle the boys every chance that I could get. With four young guys in my pool, I felt so excited. Never had I been this excited in a long time. Even though all the boys were sexy as hell, my grandbaby was the most gorgeous one out there.
I could see small droplets of water clinging to his skin as he got out of the pool ready to dive back in. His chest beginning to form so nicely and his tummy looked so flat and hard. I found myself hypnotized by his looks and charm. It was starting to get so hot in the kitchen for a moment. I kept picturing myself with my grandson, fucking him and sucking him. Such bad thoughts for a granny like me to have.
I was starting to drift off into a sexy, nasty little fantasy when I heard another car pull up the driveway. It was a small red convertible crowded with about four young girls in their bikinis. I should have expected that. I knew my grandson had several little girlfriends and most of all I knew they were cute little blonde girls. I watched the girls get off the car and walk towards the pool to join the boys.
I just decided to go to my room and rest. I could faintly hear the laughs and screams of the boys and girls having fun out in the pool. I kept wondering if my Luke had had sex yet. It was not going to be such a shock to me if he had. After all he was so sexy and I know I'd be after him myself if I was eighteen. Hell I'm 56 and I'm having naughty thoughts about him!
As I started to change to my nightclothes I took a good look at my body in the full-length mirror. My green eyes traveled down my body examining it. My breasts were small so that was a good thing for a woman my age. They were still firm and in place. My light pink nipples were still large and hard. I looked at my tummy, which was somewhat soft from old age. My legs were still smooth and my waist small. You don't look so bad Vivian, I told myself.
My hands ran down my entire body feeling the softness and even tenderness of it. I knew I looked pretty damn good but for an eighteen year old this body was not a very ideal one. I'm sure an eighteen year old liked nice hard tummies and long wavy hair. I let my hair down that was being held by one large pin. It was short just under my ears and light brown with a few strands of gray. Looking at myself naked wasn't so bad, but I just kept wondering if I'd ever let anyone see me naked again.
The next day Luke didn't wake up until past noon. I didn't rag on him for that knowing that he had the right to sleep in late, since he was young and this would be the last summer of total freedom before he left for college. I had decided to make some of Luke's favorite spaghetti for a late lunch.
"Hey grams I'm gonna go take a shower so if any of my friends call, just tell them I'm not here."
I gave my son a puzzled look. "Not here? Why?"
He sighed as he held his clothes in his arms. "Well the girls that came over last night turned out to be real airheads and, well, I don't want to talk to one of them especially. I know Lance might have given her this phone number."
Oh young love, I thought to myself. "Ok hun. I'm gonna make your favorite spaghetti today."
I saw Luke's green eyes light up. "Alright grams! I'm gonna hurry out of the shower and I'll help you out ok?"
"Ok sweetie."
It was almost half and hour later and Luke came to join me in the kitchen. He wore his khaki shorts, white t-shirt and was barefoot. It was extremely hot outside that day.
"What can I do to help grams?" He asked gently touching my shoulder making me almost feel weak.
"Well you can cut some onions and gather the spices for me. You know what goes in my spaghetti, you used help me all the time, remember?"
He smiled looking up as if he was trying to recall. "Yeah I know. I even remember telling you I wanted to be a chef."
We both laughed and reminisced as we cooked together in my tiny kitchen. I couldn't remember ever having a more glorious time with someone. I remembered having all these nice talks with my husband and had missed talking to someone and laughing with someone.
"No hun that's too much salt. You know I can't eat that much salt," I warned Luke as he started to dash a large amount of salt in the spaghetti sauce.
"I can't wait until this is done grams. I'm starving!"
I felt so warm inside knowing he loved my cooking. "Luke, can you check on the garlic bread please?"
"It's almost done grams."
"Ok now I'm gonna take a quick shower and then we can eat. The sauce is done and so is the pasta."
"Alright I'll wait here for you. I promise I won't eat anything yet."
I gave him a devious look. "I hope so Luke. Last time you said that and you'd already eaten a plate of my spaghetti."
He laughed and I playfully slapped his arm. "Go on grams. I'll wait for you."
I took a fast cold shower and decided to wear my long flowery dress and let my hair down as well. I slipped on my black sandals and headed over to the kitchen. Luke had already drained the water from the pasta and taken the garlic bread and stacked it nicely in a small wicker basket.
"Look I set the table," he said proudly.
I felt myself flush. "Oh sweetie it looks beautiful."
"Look come over here grams and taste my spaghetti sauce. It turned out better than the other times!"
I laughed and went over to have a taste of my grandson's spaghetti sauce. He held the huge wooden spoon full on sauce and offered it to me. My eyes widened and I shook some of the sauce off letting it fall back to the pan.
"That was too much there Luke. Ok let me taste it." He put the spoon by my lips and I slowly licked the tip of the spoon tasting the delicious sauce my grandson had made. I licked more and more as if I had never tasted anything better in my entire life. I was lost and hadn't realized until I opened my eyes and found Luke staring at me so deeply.
I felt my face turn red once again. "Oh sorry baby. It's really good!" I shrilled.
He didn't say anything and just put the spoon down and put his strong hands on my shoulders. He gave me the sweetest smile ever. I then felt him reach by my mouth to clean off a small glob of sauce I had by my lower lip.
"It must be good grams. You are getting so dirty here." His voice was husky now.
I felt his finger wipe off the sauce and he slowly started to insert it in my mouth. My heart was racing and I couldn't remember ever being this aroused. I didn't hesitate and sucked on his finger. The flavor of the sauce was being dissolved slowly as I sucked on my grandson's finger. I watched his mouth part slightly and his breathing grow rapid.
Luke leaned down and softly kissed my lips. I closed my eyes as my grandson placed small pecks on my trembling lips. I didn't know if I should kiss him back or not. Why was I being so turned on my own grandson? I'd watch him grow all these years and never thought I'd be kissing him and letting him get me so hot.
I put my arms around his neck and felt him almost lift me off the ground while his strong arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I had to let myself go. My lips parted inviting his tongue that was already curiously trying to make its way into my mouth finally reach its destination.
Our kiss was deep and so seductive. I never thought my grandson could kiss so nice! His lips were so warm and his tongue softly massaged mine. I could feel his tongue ring tickling against my tongue as we French kissed.
"I've been wanting to do that grams. I've been wanting to do that for such a long time," Luke said in a low voice.
I stroked his handsome face and kissed his nose softly. "I love you Luke. I know it's wrong, but I love you more than just a grandson."
His green eyes danced as he looked at me. He grabbed my hand and walked me over to the couch in the living room. He sat me down on the couch and kneeled in front of me. His shaky hands began to pull up my long dress slowly. I felt so shy as if I was 18 years old myself experimenting with sex for the first time.
I placed my hands over his weakly trying to stop him. "Luke, are you sure you want to do this? I love you baby, but I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."
He just grinned slyly. "I want to grams. I do."
I sighed feeling so excited. "Luke baby, don't call me grams right now. Just call me by my name, Vivian."
His hands started to pull up my dress more. "Yes Vivian. Such a sexy name."
I leaned back not quite knowing what to expect. Luke's hands kept crawling up higher lifting my dress and exposing more of my body little by little. I let my sandals slide off my feet and let my legs wrap around Luke's back. His hands were up by my thighs now gently massaging them as he looked at me.
"Vivian, I'm gonna let you know why I got this tongue ring. I'm gonna let you feel it between your legs." Luke rasped and wiggled his long tongue at me.
I gasped looking at how fast he moved his tongue and saw the shiny silver stud that was going to add extra pleasure in this wonderful oral sex I was going to experience. Luke began to tug at my white cotton panties. I voluntarily lifted my hips to give him the access he needed.
I felt my panties come off instantly and Luke slowly parted my legs. He looked down and licked his lips. I didn't shave between my legs all the way, but I did manage to keep trim since I'd heard about it in the new magazines. I had just a small strip of light brown curly hair.
"Such a nice pussy Vivian," Luke said as his fingers rubbed my pussy lips slowly. "I can't wait to taste it and make you cum on my tongue."
Such sexy words coming from my gorgeous grandson! I kept thinking to myself.
I watched Luke dive his head down in between my legs. At first all I could do was feel his lips gliding on my pussy lips. I felt Luke apply small kisses all over my cunt as he teased me. I squirmed on the couch and closed my eyes for a moment. It'd been such a long time since I had received oral sex. That was one of my biggest pleasures and now my sexy grandson was willing to please me this way. I never thought I would be able to enjoy this and now I truly believed in second chances.
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So I’ve been sucking cock at least three days a week with my Mailman As I’ve said before I enjoy licking pussyas well Well it’s Tuesday I’m at my local coffee placeits packed as always only chair &table available is with this lovely lady I ask if I can joinher says she doesn’t mind We chat about everything she tells me she’s married but not happy , she even tells me her sex life is dead , which I couldn’t imagine she is very voluptuous I love women that are Bbws and has big tits and she as...
It started as a drive most of the way across the state. We were due to give a presentation at a small conference and she was nervous. She wasn't a big fan of public speaking. It doesn't bother me much, so I was pretty relaxed. She spent most of the ride (I was driving) to look over her notes a dozen or so times. I spend most of the ride looking her over as subtly as I could. She isn't a supermodel or anything, but everything about her is cute. She has shoulder length brown hair, hazel eyes...
Once the station was secured, and they were certain that no more Bugs were hiding out in service tunnels or air ducts, the state of emergency was lifted. The crimson glow was finally replaced with the warmth of the sunlamps, the barriers returning to their recesses in the deck, and the cool breeze once again rustling the leaves of what trees remained. The damage to the station was extensive but mostly superficial. Besides for the breaches that the boarding craft had punctured in the hull,...
The plans we had laid out for the creation of a library in Ureda required establishing a local presence first, as we did not want a mysterious building to appear out of nowhere. We wanted this to be something the local Uredans felt they had built. The location we picked for the library was on a promontory a little more than half a mile from the fork in the coastal trade road that marked the turn off to Ureda. At the fork itself, we bought an old building that had been built over 30 years...
I had been crying, on and off, for more than an hour. When Janie told me she wanted a separation I was hurt and confused. We had been married five years and true, it wasn't as good now as it was in the beginning. For one thing, we rarely had sex anymore and if we did, it was quite routine. When we first met and starting dating, everything was great. We did lots of stuff together and had sex all the time. We were so good together, that I had the confidence to tell her about my...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Anyone wishing to archive this story is free to do so. Anyone not wishing to archive this story, is also free to do so. So there. ----------- SECOND CHANCE... By Gunslinger Jack had maybe a second's warning, out of the corner of his eye. He'd barely started to look up, when there was a dull 'thump', and he was forcibly lifted from the seat of his ten-speed and hurled through the air. He had an instant in which to register surprise before he made...
Second Chance By Julie O. Edited by Robert Arnold Chapter 1 (Sometime in 2008) In many ways it started off as very typical day. I arrived home from a long day at work, and after greeting Max the cat at the front door of my condo, I sorted through the day's mail. For the most part it was the usual collection of bills, magazines, and junk mail. However,...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] I am riding on the back of Matt Frawley's motorcycle. I press myself against him, and my breasts tingle as they tease his bulky, sweat stained back. We careen around curves on the Angeles Crest Highway, and we exit down a winding road into the National Forest. We roll to a halt in a gravel parking lot strewn with remnants of bikers' parties. Matt hides the bike in a stand of oaks. He puts his arm around my waist, and...
Secondary Education Chapter 2, The Trouble With PE By Tyla Flowers [email protected] I am rounding the last turn of the mandatory mile. Each footfall is unbearable. The sun, the smog, and the heat are relentless. Coach is screaming words I cannot hear over the blood pounding in my ears. I cross the finish line and collapse at his feet. "Get up, move around before you puke, Flowers." "I can't, Coach." It is too late. I retch on the ground at Coach's feet, a watery gruel. I...
Secondary Education By Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 3 Self Improvement Please email me a comment if you are enjoying (or not) my story. Our apartment is dark, hot and empty when I get home. I am a latchkey kid, and have been since my dad went to jail for the penultimate time, when he got his second strike for dealing meth back in '02. Now, he's in for 25, and I am sure Mom is heading back into custody for parole violation. In her waste basket I find used...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Please email me or post a comment if you like, or dislike my story. Thanks. Chapter 4 Initiation I wait in line at Target behind a squat Latina and her raucous brood. She barks shrill commands and threats, which they cheerfully ignore as they slip cheap toys into her already stuffed shopping cart. Her boyfriend ignores the anarchy as he adds an armful of last minute items to their tottering pile of goods. The cashier...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 5 A Hard Road to Ho. I awake alone, my limbs twisted in rumpled sheets. The tattered window shade flaps in a desultory breeze billowing in one moment, sucking against the screen in the next. The cheerful trill of a passing ice cream truck making its final rounds makes me hungry, and I drag myself from the bed. I look out the window into the gloaming. It's night. I have slept a couple of hours. The...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 6 Night on the Town I sit in the back seat of a speeding, SUV, wedged between two Mara soldiers. Jose's corpse lies under a bloody blanket behind us, his face obliterated by the pointblank blast from Antoine's shotgun. Hector drives the Escalade up and down Jefferson Boulevard, the uneasy border between the Crip and Mara fiefdoms, speeding past its many shuttered used furniture stores, but slowing as he...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 7 The Tipping Point The rising sun paints the smoggy sky over Los Angeles fuchsia. The air is dense with the smoke of distant wildfires. The breeze is already hot. It stirs the trash from overflowing garbage cans and sends it tumbling down the streets. Greasy food wrappers twirl in trash cyclones: In and Out, Jack in the Box, Weinerschnitzel. The sight makes me nauseous, and I choke back a gag. My eyes...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 8 Making Up My Incomplete I cinch a belt around the baggy waist of my Dockers. The pants' seat and thighs are just as tight as the waist is loose. My old boy clothes don't fit my new body. It is as Tyler, rather than Tyla, that I am re- enrolling, two weeks late, in Fairfax High's summer program. I wrap my boobs with an Ace bandage to squeeze them flat, and cover up my curves with tee shirt and a faded Kobe...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 9, Seeing No Evol Matt Frawley's arms are glistening in the slanting rays of August sunshine. He dribbles behind his back, wrong footing his defender. Matt deftly crosses the ball over, changing direction and bounce passes it to Antoine, who is streaking down the court on the fast break and scores an easy lay up. Matt whoops a victorious hurrah, and his blue eyes for a moment meet mine until he is distracted by...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 10 Reincarnation I am asleep in the arms of my Bodhisattva. He strokes my forehead. "Look within to find consciousness of the skandhas that survived your rebirth." I concentrate, and focus on a fuzzy, black and white image. "I was Private Flores, an American warrior in the jungle battles of Laos. I killed many and died filled with guilt and hatred. These passions survived inside me, and even they roil...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Is This Nirvana? Chapter 11 I awaken with a shudder. A fractured ray of sunlight pierces the crack between a pair threadbare quilts which have been hung as an makeshift curtain. From outside I hear the clamor of banda piped through the tinny speakers of a catering truck. A hot breeze wafts a rancid flume of stale cooking oil, jalapeno and stewed pork. I feel nauseous, and choke back a heave. I have mind-splitting...
Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 12, My Missing Pieces Oprah's over, Rikki Lake's not on yet, and Dr. Phil depresses me. So I flick off the television. I pick up a month-old "Us" magazine: Lindsey's back in rehab, Paris is busted for DUI again, same old, same old. I throw it back on the table and wish I had something to do. I am a high school dropout. During my convalescence after being castrated, I missed the start of school at Hollywood...
Secondary Education Chapter 13 Screen Kisses [email protected] This is a continuation of a sexually explicit story. If depictions of sex disturb you, or if you are under the age of 18, do not read this story. All persons and events depicted herein are fictional. If you like, hate or otherwise react to this story, please email me at the address above or post a comment to the site where you read it. Xoxox, TF I am squeezed between Ocho Loco and Hector on the sagging,...
Secondary Education Chapter 14 Betrayal [email protected] In Tyla's harsh demi-monde, how shall she discern the betrayer from the betrayed? Cautionary Note: This is adult erotic fiction (not fantasy) and should not be read by non-adults or by adults who are offended by violence or explicit erotica involving under-aged transgendered protagonists. All persons depicted are fictional, and...
I had been visiting the nursing home ever since Dad was moved into it from his marital home, and it's been tragic watching a strong and vibrant personality, with a terrific sense of humour, slowly fade away in front of my eyes. In a twisted sort of a way, it reminded me of my own marriage and widowhood. You see my husband had died of cancer. Prostate cancer.They reckon all men will get it if they live long enough, but he hadn't. He was only fifty-six when he died. I nursed him at home for the...
Love StoriesI had been visiting the nursing home ever since Dad was moved into it from his marital home, and it's been tragic watching a strong and vibrant personality, with a terrific sense of humour, slowly fade away in front of my eyes. In a twisted sort of a way, it reminded me of my own marriage and widowhood. You see my husband had died of cancer. Prostate cancer.They reckon all men will get it if they live long enough, but he hadn't. He was only fifty-six when he died. I nursed him at home for the...
Love StoriesSecond Chance, By Armond "I come bearing gifts," she said, holding up a white sack. "We had a bunch left over, and I hated to see them go to waste." "Chocolate chip scones? Gina Strega, you are sinful," Marita said, peering in the bag. She grabbed the one with the most chips and bit in; crumbs tumbled down her white blouse. "You don't have to stuff us with yummy bribes, dear, we ARE changing you back." "I wasn't trying to bribe anyone," Gina said, "I thought you might...
Like most high school sweethearts, Gail and I had dreams and plans. We would go to the same college, settle down, get married, and have kids. Things just didn't work out that way. For a start, we were approved for different colleges. Of course, we pledged to stay together and continue our relationship and we did that for several months. But, little by little, the calls and texts dwindled to a few — then none. Despite wanting it to work, our deepest fears were realised and our relationship fell...
Love StoriesWhat puzzled her was that even though her parent’s finances were shaky, they always seemed to have the money to send her to prestigious private schools. She had earned a bachelor’s degree, an MBA and now just completed her law degree, all from Ivy League universities, along with experience in prestigious management consulting companies in between her degrees. She asked her mother a few times over the years how they could afford her schooling, when they often had trouble paying their other...
It had been three years. Three looooooong years as far as her libido was concerned. She’d stayed far away from all of it; buried herself in her awful temp job that had since become a permanent secretary position, not that it’s permanence made it any better, just more predictable. She’d aided her ailing mother until she’d died six months before and her sister was so far AWOL she hadn’t even shown to the funeral. She was alone and emotionally destitute when not so long ago her life...
Rick stood by his bedroom window gazing outside, a pained look on his face. The sunny suburban scene outside was picturesque but he could care less. All he could feel was the slight thump of his head. He hated Mondays, and the reality of a weekend ended. Last night was still a blur and not at all surprising as he had had one beer too many. It was the first time he had lost control of his drinking and did not appreciate the consequences. He smacked his mouth in disgust as it tasted like he had...