"A dowager looks for a bright future."
Part One – Galas and Gardens (continued)One week later, Nancy walked into the Country Club after her chauffeur dropped her off. She dressed for the occasion with a tasteful blouse and tailored cream-coloured designer pants. She wore white flat shoes...
"A dowager looks for a bright future."
Part Two – Finding HappinessSix months passed so very quickly in the Bates mansion. Christmas decorations went up and then Christmas too passed. Nancy spent a glorious New Year with Steve and attended all the big galas being thrown around...
"A dowager looks for a bright future."
Part One – Galas and GardensNancy Bates slowly made her way through the well-dressed crowd clustered outside the main ballroom at the Fairmount Hotel Vancouver, waiting to get inside. She spotted her friend up ahead and waved and watched as...
"Life has changed for divorced senior obsessed with BBC."
I wanted to talk with Zach, have a good long talk, to better understand the greater context of what had just happened - but I wanted to keep that beautiful cockhead in my mouth even more. He seemed so at...
"We move inside for more binding and using and a surprise."
"Well, since we have all night, why don't we enjoy the fire for a few minutes while we get in a little sixty-nine time?""Mmmm!" Annabelle purred as I rolled onto my back, and she turned to squat on my face....
"Waking up. Warmth radiating from the body next to you... you reach out"
Morning light caressed her bare thighs. Her eyes still closed, she felt his eyes on her. It made her purr, and stretch her limbs and body slowly, hoping for the gaze to become touch. It did. A warm hand softly...
"Our Jake becomes a masseur and finds one client that truly appreciates his talent."
I place my table down in front of the large glass sliding door. It's late in the evening when you get done with work for the day. So as the sun begins to set, the room turns to a deep...
"Careful who you share with."
Ragged breaths fill a darkened room as I stalk my favorite chatroom. Every Friday night, a different stranger. Files zipped. Button clicked. I'm hooked on the risk—wired right to my clit."Tell me everything."==============Alone in my bedroom, an unexpected rendezvous. Unzipped...
"Rooting is Australian slang for ..."
Melinda’s message, Jack eats roots and leaves, had me cooking Ottolenghi’s vegan one-pan orecchiette puttanesca.Eating and enjoying, Jack asked, “Meat?”“Sure!” I whipped my knickers off.“Dessert instead,” he said, smirking.Bending me over the chaise longue, he wrapped fingers in my hair. Snapping...
"Annabelle comes by with a bag full of fun."
I hadn't seen or heard from Annabelle for about two weeks. It was late on a Saturday afternoon that she and her husband walked past my home again. This time they didn't stop, and he completely avoided eye contact. But...