Category: Mature

Matt was NOT happy. His mother had volunteered his services without asking him first. She had told her friend Suzi that he would help her with her move without consulting him, and he had plans that he wasn’t happy about having to forfeit on. Maybe we should back up a bit so you can understand where he’s coming from!

I am a 60+ year old bi woman. Many of my stories, originate in memories and recent events in 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 […]

“Hey, Mr. Elis,” I said as the door opened. “Hello, Amanda. I swear, you look prettier every time I see you, and I see your brown hair is getting long now.” “Thank you, Mr. Elis, is Chase here?” “No, didn’t he tell you, he’s got some things to do with Brian and Sal now. Probably shouldn’t be more than a […]

Looking back, I probably should have realised that all was not well even before we reached the front door. The lights along either side of the long gravel driveway were all working. But they were those low-voltage solar-charged garden lights. Ahead of us, the country house hotel itself was in almost total darkness.

They always met up in a choice holiday resort, sisters Kath and Jenny; Jen to those who knew Jennifer Tamblin, and her husband, Stuart, well. The locations always changed, be they in the States, Europe, or some tropical paradise, but the quality of the hotel, its facilities and cuisine were never to be compromised. There had to be a golf […]

Carmen Cabrera knew that she would be late getting home; that Manuel would fret, at first, and then become angrier with every minute that passed and her front door keys not to be heard. So much had changed since a local businessman, and chancer, Pablo Mendoza, had bought their paint business and she had taken up a new role working […]

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. Some of the dialogue would be in French or German but retold in English. I was following a team of Engineers clearing the streets of Caen when the Allies had taken […]

Neha had found a reasonable music station on the old car’s radio and was singing loudly to herself. She was feeling pretty good, just a bit sore in places. Steve, the large Samoan guy she had met yesterday, had given her a good workout. They’d jumped into his old Volkswagen van and headed to a spot overlooking the sea where […]

Every day I would pass those hand-lettered bright yellow signs evenly marching down the side of the road and every day I turned down the dusty road to get to Aunt Birdie’s house before I got to the actual goods. The door creaked on the rusty unused hinges and the dust danced across the sunbeams coming in through the windows.

I’ll admit I noticed the Mustang before the girl driving it. Poppy red 1965 Mustang convertible. I know this because it was the year I was born and it is a car I coveted all my life. The girl quickly grabbed my attention. She stood behind her open door and seemed to study the office, then she looked up at […]