Spring came slowly that year Dawdling over the winter gnarled earth Snowdrops lingering tardily into late March Colliding their white with the robust Multi-colors of vigorous crocus Too easily giving way to daffodil’s sharpness April dies, as daffodils fade, failing to court May’s new-fangled show. And this young man seated on a park bench, Hard as iron. Is unaware of nature’s slow circus, Head in tome, he studies the raw...

My name is Terry and I have been happily married to my wife Susan for just over twenty years. We have three children, all in their teens. I am fifty-two and my wife is ten years younger than me. We have a very happy marriage but the one thing that has gone sour in the last few years is our sex life. I have to admit my sex drive is not what it used to be, and working very long hours and quite often being away from home mea...

My name is Dawn, I am a forty-year-old mother of two children and have been married for nearly fifteen years. Last week I did something that changed my life forever. Not only did it open my eyes to what I have been missing in my sex life in the last few years but also I found myself doing things that I thought I would never do in my lifetime. Before I tell you what happened I have to say that my husband is a very hard-wor...

Four years into my time as a gigolo with Ron Vincent's business of providing escorts for the mature lady I had acquired quite a reputation. A good number of the clients asked for me on a regular basis. Having said that, I'd had a few occasions which had ensured I kept my feet on the ground. Like the buxom fifty-two-year-old lady, all blue rinse and chins who only wanted cunnilingus but refused to touch me in any way. It m...

Before reading this story it may be helpful to read ‘Sadie Shows Mike the Way’   I'd learned much of my sexual prowess in the hands of Sadie Summers, our married neighbour. After I'd turned eighteen, she had been my mentor. I was pushing twenty when, after one of our more heated sessions, she told me she was leaving the area because of her husband's health. I was devastated. Sadie looked into my sad eyes. "I really believ...

Linda Payton slid out of bed and went, naked, to the window. Who could sleep in this heat? Barely one a.m. and she had been tossing and turning since coming to bed. Too hot, plus the fact that her mind wouldn’t stop churning over her problem with her third novel. Writer’s block had never bothered her before but she had landed her heroine, Kate, in a romantic impasse which she just could not resolve. Her first two novels w...

After my first meeting with my eight university students, life returned to normal. My son did end up going to that very same university, my husband still really didn't pay me much attention. Life went on as boring as it was before, but something was very different about me. What happened that night with those guys changed my life forever.So fast forward a couple of months, it was coming up to Christmas, my son was due hom...

Gene Hargreaves sat in the back of the evening Western Lit class listening to the professor’s lecture. Typical prof: short black hair, round face, built like a fireplug, looked like he worked out in his spare time, Genes, plaid shirt. Papers littered his desk.“The first book, or actually poem, we’ll read is one of the seminal works of Western literature, even of Western art, yes, even of world art, the Iliad of Homer. Thi...

**Frank Bradley is a single father who works long hours to keep Ball n' Holes, a part miniature golf and Bowling alley hangout in business. Considering raising his sixteen-year-old daughter Danielle to adulthood as his primary goal in life, he hasn't thought about much else except keeping a stable income. So when Danielle's friend from Percy High School, eighteen-year-old Kelly Ridgley suddenly enters his black mustang co...

"Leggings are not pants." My wife, 5'10" tall in her bare feet, with perhaps the longest legs on the planet, often used that expression when confronted by one or more young women whose shape was not suited for such a revealing garment.  I, on the other hand, thanked the Lord when my gaze fell on young women - scratch that - any women, younger or older, who wore them and whose shapes were most definitely suited for them. I...