Category: Mature

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.

This is a story set after my 18th birthday during my senior year. It was a Friday night midway through my senior year. Chris and I were staying the night at Scott’s, something we had done throughout middle and high school. HIs room was removed from the rest of the house and his parents less attentive. The freedom of his […]

Five years before I retired from work my wife and I had thought we had planned well for what we would do afterwards. We had sold our London house and were buying a two-bedroom bungalow in a seaside town. The proceeds from our old house meant a reduced mortgage which would be paid off six months before I retired, particularly […]

In my 48 years of life on this planet I have been fortunate to bed hundreds of women. Some might scold and look down upon me but yet others envy it. I have average looks but have always stayed in shape by eating healthy and going to the gym. The past few years I have been approached by more married […]

Ellie Swanson was a 45-year-old beauty. Never married with no kids. To busy usually to get out and enjoy herself. She got talked into going clubbing with her oldest and dearest friends. She was wearing her shortest sexiest dress, which to her girlfriends looked old lady ish.

Red was on the tractor disking the north pasture. It was supposed to rain over the weekend and the ground was hard and the grass low and tight. The grooves cut by the disk would aureate the soil and get the rain water to soak in deeper and quicker.

All 5 feet of her stood on the porch before the old man. She was slender and delicate and looked hardly her age, 19. She looked new, with skin of a pleasing pallor and yellow hair in two braided pigtails that reached down her back to her small, round bottom. She wore petite, black shorts that let just a squeeze […]

Two months into his senior year of college, dusk settled in as Lute walked across campus on his way home from an afternoon spent studying in the library. Passing through the quad in front of the Arts building, he looked up and saw a light in one of the offices and decided to take a detour.

“Absolutely not,” Leah Davis told her son. “Mom, please. We’re not going to mess anything up,” Blake pleaded. “I’m not going to let a group of twenty year olds into your grandparents beach house,” Leah responded.

I’ve really enjoyed chatting to you, will you be on here again?” Those were my words at the end of an hours conversation online. I was never entirely sure if I was talking to an actual woman in the chat rooms. I’d been caught out a few times before, realising it was a man either ‘getting off’ on talking to […]