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The day of parting had dawned. The house, its gardens and swimming pool that made the holiday home so special, would again be quiet, only the housekeeper and husband to be encountered, better still their son, Manolo, who was on army leave. How disconcerting to have that vigorous young man capture her attention; to have the sight of his toned […]

Standing with Mrs. Rauschenberg in front of the supermarket shelf, I was looking at a problem. With my background, I could have explained it to her in terms of supply and demand, the pricing aspects, and uncertainty factors, but it might have put her to sleep, or more likely, caused her to use her handbag on me.

I was paying way more attention to the ladies at the next table than to my hunting partners, who were rehashing the same old shit. It was a perfect night in the Hill Country of central Texas; 72 degrees with a full moon shining down, and not a cloud in the sky. The forecast said around 40 at sunrise, with […]

My part time job in the sales/leasing office at OFH has made my social life interesting. I met Ron when he first looked at homes here as a place to move to in retirement. Months went by and one day he showed up at my office as a new resident. He bought one of the model homes about three months […]

I heard the postman pushing some letters through my letterbox. I picked up the mail and one of the letters was from a university in Leeds. I opened it and they were asking me if I would volunteer for a Covid antibody study.

A quick one I wrote in May. It’s unedited, which means there may be typos and errors in the text. Apologies for the mistakes which remain. In this one, Danny wants to take photos of a hot, mature lady from along the street. he’s heard rumours and has an old 35mm SLR… I’ve disabled comments and voting because this is […]

Billy was ready to forget about the woman he was expecting to arrive, when he spotted her walking into the coffee shop. She was in her mid-fifties, very plain looking with longish black hair streaked with white, and wearing a modest black pant suit with a red hanky in her breast pocket.

I am a 60+ year old bi woman. Many of my stories, originate in memories and recent events of my life. All contain a combination of real and fictional characters with names changed as appropriate to protect the guilty. They are memoirs spiced with a kinky imagination. I am submissive by natural inclination in most relationships, most often extremely submissive […]

About fifteen years ago “Dad? Can you read my story?” called Kelly, Bill’s daughter. “When’s it due?” he asked. When he received no response, he repeated the question, much louder. “Ah, ahem, it’s not. It’s like a story, you know, like fiction? I wanna’ see what you think.”

She looked away and his heart sank. They were side by side, sitting on a rented bed, in a rented room. He had asked her to meet him there, as soon as he found out that she was visiting, his meaning obvious to her.