The Mature Woman from Town Came Looking for Me Again
When she opened the door and let me in, I knew that old fantasy was still alive—and this time I wasn't going to run away.
When she opened the door and let me in, I knew that old fantasy was still alive—and this time I wasn't going to run away.
She went into the bedroom wrapped in a towel to command respect, but ended up spread wide, trembling, and begging them not to stop.
I arrived at his house in a skirt that was too short, with passing as my excuse. He never stopped looking at me, and I hadn’t come exactly to study.
I sat between them in the car and, when my friend got out at her house, I was left alone with her father and a tension neither of us dared name.
My tits were always my secret weapon, and that Friday with the office empty I decided to use them to get from him what I really wanted.
I had known her for years. That afternoon at the bar, when she came over to greet me, something in her eyes told me it would not end with a simple hug.
I’d been in the swinger world as a single guy for months until I was summoned to an apartment and recognized my best friend’s grandmother serving me whiskey.
Two twenty-year-old guys sneak into the neighbor’s house while she’s showering. What happens when she catches them is something none of them will ever forget.
The boy from the neighborhood looked me up and down without shame while I tried to keep my voice from trembling. I was forty-six, with a son to save.