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A lonely wife yearns for love.
It was hard raising a teen aged girl without a husband around Marsha Winters thought as she showered. Tom, her husband had been gone much of the past two years, first to Afghanistan, and now to Iraq, the damn State Department, she cursed. Stepping out of the warm shower onto a plush towel, Marsha lifted her thick honey-colored hair from her long delicately arching neck and looked at her youthful reflection in the full length bathroom mirror with an involuntary self-satisfaction.
It was hard not to be proud of the wide-spaced green eyes gazing back at her, slanted slightly above high cheekbones, blinking back at her with a growing amusement; it was exhilarating to be such a beautiful woman and beneath her quiet and modest temperament she enjoyed it. Though she would celebrate her thirty-sixth birthday this very summer, her fully curving voluptuous body was every bit as firm and taut as a teenager's-high-set round breasts curving down over a slender girlish waist to round luscious hips; a flat smooth stomach and full-swelling thighs; breathtakingly curved calves tapering down to small well-formed ankles.
It was hard raising a teen aged girl without a husband around Marsha Winters thought as she showered. Tom, her husband had been gone much of the past two years, first to Afghanistan, and now to Iraq, the damn State Department, she cursed. Stepping out of the warm shower onto a plush towel, Marsha lifted her thick honey-colored hair from her long delicately arching neck and looked at her youthful reflection in the full length bathroom mirror with an involuntary self-satisfaction.
It was hard not to be proud of the wide-spaced green eyes gazing back at her, slanted slightly above high cheekbones, blinking back at her with a growing amusement; it was exhilarating to be such a beautiful woman and beneath her quiet and modest temperament she enjoyed it. Though she would celebrate her thirty-sixth birthday this very summer, her fully curving voluptuous body was every bit as firm and taut as a teenager’s-high-set round breasts curving down over a slender girlish waist to round luscious hips; a flat smooth stomach and full-swelling thighs; breathtakingly curved calves tapering down to small well-formed ankles. Read more »
Two boys see a lot of two sisters.
"*FOREWORD*
The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery, and growth involving a small group of people. This story should read fairly well all alone, but...
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“*FOREWORD*
The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery, and growth involving a small group of people. This story should read fairly well all alone, but…
By clicking on a blue Wm_Sexspear, you’ll be taken to my Profile; at the bottom of the page you’ll find a list of all the currently available chapters. THIS SHOULD MAKE IT EASY TO READ THEM ALL, IN SEQUENCE, WHICH IS HEARTILY SUGGESTED so the reader can follow the story line, character development, and catch the inside jokes. Read more »
Her husband takes her further.
My husband sat back, arms crossed and stared at me. His look was not making me feel any better. My mind was running at warp speed trying to come up with something to say and I couldn't. My face was scarlet and felt like it was burning.
"Well?"
"Honey, don't be angry at me. Nothing happened."
"I wouldn't say my wife standing naked with two men nothing."
"I can explain."
"You already said that, Beth and I really want to hear your explanation. I really do, but I am slightly pissed off at you."
My husband sat back, arms crossed and stared at me. His look was not making me feel any better. My mind was running at warp speed trying to come up with something to say and I couldn’t. My face was scarlet and felt like it was burning.
“Well?”
“Honey, don’t be angry at me. Nothing happened.”
“I wouldn’t say my wife standing naked with two men nothing.”
“I can explain.”
“You already said that, Beth and I really want to hear your explanation. I really do, but I am slightly pissed off at you.” Read more »
Artist and model go well beyond a professional relationship.
When Greta phoned to say that she wanted to meet with us because she had a proposition she wanted us to consider, Amy invited her round to the studio rather than have both of us get dressed and go to her gallery.
"We don't know what it's about, Sam. It mightn't be worth the bother. Besides, she's the one who wants to sell us on whatever the idea is."
"True, but Greta's my agent. My interests are usually her interests, too, so she won't want to be wasting her time as well as mine. If she thinks it is a good idea, we should listen to what it is."
When Greta phoned to say that she wanted to meet with us because she had a proposition she wanted us to consider, Amy invited her round to the studio rather than have both of us get dressed and go to her gallery.
“We don’t know what it’s about, Sam. It mightn’t be worth the bother. Besides, she’s the one who wants to sell us on whatever the idea is.”
“True, but Greta’s my agent. My interests are usually her interests, too, so she won’t want to be wasting her time as well as mine. If she thinks it is a good idea, we should listen to what it is.” Read more »
Lisa ends up naked in class.
The Vocational College for Girls is a detention center for young girls between the ages of eighteen and twenty-two. It is an alternative to prison for girls with minor or first time offences. The girls must attend college-accredited classes and perform community service by working in the small town as part of their punishment. Unfortunately for the girls, the institution is run by corrupt administrators that force the girls to wear skimpy little outfits in public while they work. This inspires men from miles around to visit the small town. The money these men spend accounts for most of the town's revenue. In return, the businesses give kickbacks to the teachers and staff of the VCG, which of course is not reported to the state.
The Vocational College for Girls is a detention center for young girls between the ages of eighteen and twenty-two. It is an alternative to prison for girls with minor or first time offences. The girls must attend college-accredited classes and perform community service by working in the small town as part of their punishment. Unfortunately for the girls, the institution is run by corrupt administrators that force the girls to wear skimpy little outfits in public while they work. This inspires men from miles around to visit the small town. The money these men spend accounts for most of the town’s revenue. In return, the businesses give kickbacks to the teachers and staff of the VCG, which of course is not reported to the state. Read more »
A friend takes her out on a joy ride.
It's been roughly a year since I last saw Joe. Our games were fun and amusing, but they couldn't last forever. Joe was too quiet. And I was just too vibrant for him he claimed. Well I guess I was!
I have a new set of regulars and a new set of so called friends. They are more like acquaintances really. A great bunch of guys, always making me laugh for a change. Nice looking too, each and every one of them. Tony, the leader, if that is what you want to call him, would come in almost every night. I got to know him real well. He was a Super Freak. He'd try any thing at least once, and he meant every thing. He'd sometimes stay for hours telling me of his latest conquest, and how she'd live up to, or failed to meet his expectations of the night. Nothing was taboo to him, he'd tell me EVERY little detail. Down to whether her pussy was shaved or not. Truth be told, I was kind of jealous of him. He had a better sex life then me and a more interesting one too. I had hit an all time low. I hadn't had sex or even given a hummer in well over 2 months. It was horrible, and I think Tony could tell.
It’s been roughly a year since I last saw Joe. Our games were fun and amusing, but they couldn’t last forever. Joe was too quiet. And I was just too vibrant for him he claimed. Well I guess I was!
I have a new set of regulars and a new set of so called friends. They are more like acquaintances really. A great bunch of guys, always making me laugh for a change. Nice looking too, each and every one of them. Tony, the leader, if that is what you want to call him, would come in almost every night. I got to know him real well. He was a Super Freak. He’d try any thing at least once, and he meant every thing. He’d sometimes stay for hours telling me of his latest conquest, and how she’d live up to, or failed to meet his expectations of the night. Nothing was taboo to him, he’d tell me EVERY little detail. Down to whether her pussy was shaved or not. Truth be told, I was kind of jealous of him. He had a better sex life then me and a more interesting one too. I had hit an all time low. I hadn’t had sex or even given a hummer in well over 2 months. It was horrible, and I think Tony could tell. Read more »
Neighborly flirtation escalates.
Chapter 1
It had been a couple of years since we had moved into this nice older suburban neighborhood. Large well-trimmed lawns fronted each property that featured mostly four-bedroom two-story homes. After several moves to find the right place, we were convinced that we had found a home. After our move, everyone had made an effort to welcome us and after that left us pretty much alone, which is how we like it. We'd wave to passing neighbors and spend a few minutes now and then chatting over the fence with those next door, but most were quiet, especially those across the street from us.
Chapter 1
It had been a couple of years since we had moved into this nice older suburban neighborhood. Large well-trimmed lawns fronted each property that featured mostly four-bedroom two-story homes. After several moves to find the right place, we were convinced that we had found a home. After our move, everyone had made an effort to welcome us and after that left us pretty much alone, which is how we like it. We’d wave to passing neighbors and spend a few minutes now and then chatting over the fence with those next door, but most were quiet, especially those across the street from us. Read more »
College couple watches another couple make love.
When I was a junior in college, I met a young woman who just fascinated me. She was my girlfriend's roommate and while I never touched her, dated her, or made a move on her, I was nonetheless awestruck. Her name was Cammie, short for Camilla. She was from some little town out in the middle of nowhere and she was a blushing little 19-year-old transfer student. She was short, perhaps 5-foot even and wonderfully curvy. Her hair was short and dark brown. Her face was girl-next-door pretty with a small nose, wide mouth, lovely full lips and large brown eyes.
When I was a junior in college, I met a young woman who just fascinated me. She was my girlfriend’s roommate and while I never touched her, dated her, or made a move on her, I was nonetheless awestruck. Her name was Cammie, short for Camilla. She was from some little town out in the middle of nowhere and she was a blushing little 19-year-old transfer student. She was short, perhaps 5-foot even and wonderfully curvy. Her hair was short and dark brown. Her face was girl-next-door pretty with a small nose, wide mouth, lovely full lips and large brown eyes. Read more »
Some back yard nudism and fun.
"Reader: This is the first of two parts. However, they can be read independently. "
Spring has arrived at our house in California. All of a sudden there is a ton of activity to do outside. I won't complain though. In fact, I thoroughly enjoy yard work. After a winter of cold and rain coupled with the last five days of sitting at a desk and staring at a computer screen, muscling the mower and digging in the dirt is refreshing exercise. So, I got up early on Saturday to get a formidable dent into the chores. I needed to mow and go through the annual check of the sprinklers to see if any were damaged by the handful of below freezing days from February.
“Reader: This is the first of two parts. However, they can be read independently. ”
Spring has arrived at our house in California. All of a sudden there is a ton of activity to do outside. I won’t complain though. In fact, I thoroughly enjoy yard work. After a winter of cold and rain coupled with the last five days of sitting at a desk and staring at a computer screen, muscling the mower and digging in the dirt is refreshing exercise. So, I got up early on Saturday to get a formidable dent into the chores. I needed to mow and go through the annual check of the sprinklers to see if any were damaged by the handful of below freezing days from February. Read more »
Shared exhibitionism leads to many new firsts.
"Is that all then? I'll get started on the calls right away." The petite brunette started to stand.
"There is one more thing, Katie," I said, interrupting her. She reseated herself. "This is going to sound weird. What are you doing tonight?"
Her voice carried teasing notes, "Mr. H! Are you asking me out?" 'Mr. H' is the name she used for me when our flirting started to become serious. It always caused a good amount of amusement between us, and served to lighten the mood.
I chuckled. "I told you it would sound weird, didn't I? Yes I am asking you out, and no I'm not. Are you free tonight?"
“Is that all then? I’ll get started on the calls right away.” The petite brunette started to stand.
“There is one more thing, Katie,” I said, interrupting her. She reseated herself. “This is going to sound weird. What are you doing tonight?”
Her voice carried teasing notes, “Mr. H! Are you asking me out?” ‘Mr. H’ is the name she used for me when our flirting started to become serious. It always caused a good amount of amusement between us, and served to lighten the mood.
I chuckled. “I told you it would sound weird, didn’t I? Yes I am asking you out, and no I’m not. Are you free tonight?” Read more »