"Is she crazy or is she just old? And why do I find her so sexy?"
After my blissful encounter with Mum's friend Dorothy (see the story of that name), I still had a week to go in my little Norfolk hometown, staying in the family home and bored out of my skull most of the...
"Sheila catches the son of the Guest House owners wanking into her worn knickers"
Sheila Metcalf stayed at the same seaside Guest House two or three times a year and had done over the last fifteen years or so. She originally went there with her late husband Colin, but sixty-one-year-old Sheila had continued to...
"A thrilling way to bridge the generation gap"
Twenty years had passed since that terrible evening. Twenty years in which lives had been repaired, if not healed, and had branched off in different directions from how those involved had intended.I had moved away, because I had been about...
"On his last day in town Karl returns to Cheryl's shop and they become reacquainted"
Cheryl Bancroft did not sleep well because she was jealous that some other woman in town was now bedding the young hunk Karl, she did not know his surname, that had walked into her shop a few days before and...
Hi everyone - my name is John. A number of years ago I worked as a waiter in a good class hotel - and, well, some of the stories you hear are definitely true, I can testify to that. For...
"A mature female shop owner gets an offer of help from a young male customer"
Cheryl Bancroft was an attractive fifty-year-old woman who ran a seaside gift shop that she owned in conjunction with her husband Dennis. It was just about at the end of the very busy summer season, although the weather was still warm,...
"Silver-haired Marian takes out her frustration on a young stud"
Marian looked with disappointment across her backyard. The handsome young neighbor, to whom she had been rubbing one out nearly every Sunday morning, had “stood her up” for the second week in a row.  “You need to get a life, woman,” she...
"Cassidy points out the hole in the fence."
I had just finished mowing my lawn when I saw Cassidy waving to me from her back yard. She was looking very nice in her two-piece yellow bikini.“Hi, Mr. McDougal,” she said, waving to me.“Hello, Cassidy,” I said, waving back.There’s a wooden...
As I turned the corner of the shelves, I had to stop short to avoid running into the short plump woman in the charcoal suit and green silk top, mile-deep cleavage meeting the V of the blouse to make down-pointing...
"Bad choices seem to follow me around"
I wholeheartedly admit to not always being the smartest tool in the shed. No, Mama didn’t drop me on my head as a baby, although she’s slapped it quite a few times as I was growing up. Even nowadays she’d...
