"She changed her mind and seduced me under the berry bushes"
The next time I went over to the neighbors, it was not to meet my sweet girlfriend Lisa. Actually, I waited until seeing her leaving the house, before I casually strolled over the lawn to run into her aunt, Mrs. Wilder,...
"When the widow decides to play."
I whimpered and keened as his tongue laved my left nipple. My other nipple peaked with anticipation waiting in turn.I looked at the juncture that joined us together and my thoughts were in a jumble. There was something poetic about...
"Now that Bob has left them alone, Rachel and Karen explore their feelings towards each other."
As Bob observed just before he left Karen and Rachel alone, Rachel had not been this happy in a long, long time. Rachel was finally realizing that her life did not have to end with her husband’s. In the past...
"A day after their sexual encouter, Karen and Rachel show the resulting photos to Bob."
Karen has helped her best friend Rachel get over her lingering grief by treating her to a makeover and to a boudoir photo session. While at the photography studio, Karen finally allowed her feelings towards Rachel to be known after...
"A lonely widow finds love and passion in a way that surprises her"
The last two years since my husband died have been very difficult for me. My friends have been kind to me, and I cannot really claim to have been lonely. In fact, at times I would have valued a little...
"The truth according to Shania."
A year after I helped Shania bury her husband (we always referred to him as the ex), Shania and I were married, in a church, no less. Shania’s vision had a spiritual aspect that I hadn’t anticipated. While I had...
"The devastating 27 y/o widow turns to her mature neighbor for moral support."
Shania Taylor was too damned young to be a widow. But, that’s what she was. Her husband had been killed in one of those idiot drunk driving accidents. Unfortunately, he’d been the one drunk. Fortunately, he’d lost control and slammed...
"The gorgeous widow leans on the neighbor for support after her loss."
I unlocked the door for her and pushed it open. Shania strode in as if she owned the place. She walked straight to the window, placed her clutch on the sill next to the two glasses left from earlier in...
"Try as I might to argue otherwise, Shania is convinced that I love her."
I stood on the landing, looking at the “C” in brass on the door for a few moments. I hadn’t had anywhere near as much bourbon as Shania had, but felt my head swimming. This was not a good situation,...
"Hot Sex on your own doorstep leads to an inevitable conclusion...."
The Widow lived across the road. She didn’t fit the image. She was my age, smart, kept herself trim. She had a pleasant but not overly exciting figure, though it was the sort that left you wondering what it looked...