A Weekend Alone

Twenty Effen Years My story has two parts: my first 60 years, or more precisely years 22 through 60, and the last four and half years. My story really begins with the second part. My wife had just come home from work. I was, of course, home alone. All our kids were married and at the time I was unemployed. I did get a few dollars from the government every month, but I was thankfully pleased that Andrea was very gainfully employed. She was very well respected in her company, having worked there for 26 years. Her two bosses, Ellen and Mathew, or Matt as he was known to all, loved her work and really appreciated her talents. One thing about Matt and Ellen, they were married to each other, however, when Andrea started working for them, they were both married to their first spouses. Matt was this very charismatic CEO who had tremendous vision, and Ellen was a straight-shooting no-nonsenses head of all operations, who was extremely bright and had a very even-keel personality. Andrea was al

(Thank you for reading this story. It is part of the series and stars a guy and his neighbor. I have enjoyed writing this and am thankful for my muse who inspired this story. It was she who persuaded me to start writing again and any success with this goes straight to her. The best part about these stories to me is the feeling I get when I write and I've missed it a ton. This one will get a bit deeper than some are comfortable with, but I hope you like it. ) It had been a few weeks since I traveled with my neighbor to see her sister. There had been a plethora of things on my mind since that trip. I thought about collaring her for one. She had become a very good submissive to me and I wanted to claim her as mine. There was also the other question I told her about on our trip. I had the desire to have her move in with me. I did not think about anything else involving it. I just loved the thought of waking up with her. It was during a dinner we shared at my place that I brought it u

The letter from T took me by surprise since he wrote it in Portland, right after he left Boston. One-night stands do not follow through with a handwritten letter within three days. During our first night together, T had said he did not embrace email as a form of correspondence. His opening line "Just a quick note to say..." may appear rather hurried, but his words were sincere. T enjoyed our brief encounter and hoped to see me again, even though I was down to my final semester. He had even included his home address in Memphis, Tennessee. "He did not seem concerned about letting me know where he lived," I thought and noted down his address. This classy yet risk-taking American was endearing. So, my thoughts about him were soon based on romantic fantasies rather than reality - that despite being married, he was indeed boyfriend material. I assumed this forbidden fruit was too sweet to be true. I replied to his letter and grew fonder of him. Conflicted with mixed emo

*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. **Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check; you have been forewarned. Expect to find mistakes. If that bothers you, kindly stop reading now. *.**.* It was a pattern Andrew Carter knew all too well. He had something he valued, something that was his. And William took it away from him. If his older brother couldn't take it away, then William would break it. And the rest of the family would take William's side. After all, William was the golden child, the fair haired son that could do no wrong. "Quit!" Candy Durmonte giggled, playfully slapping William on his arm. "What?" William smirked. "That's what it is, right? Sharp Knife College, right?" "Andy, tell him he's wrong," Candy protested, still giggling. "Uh huh," Andrew said, not bothering to hide his annoyance. "Candy

This is a follow up to "How it Was" Ch.1-5 so it might make a bit more sense if you read those ones first, as it makes references to characters and situations in the earlier chapters, but I think you can stroke to it without that information. This story is pure fiction written to explore sexual fantasies without the moral and ethical constraints of real life. It purposefully ignores real world consequences of unprotected sex with multiple random partners. In your non-fiction life, you should obviously take suitable precautions and treat people with respect. CW: This story contains some depictions of rough sex. If you are not legal age to read erotic fiction, please leave now and do not continue reading. For everyone else, I hope that you enjoy it and have fun. Constructive feedback is welcome. All materials presented herein copyright the author. *** Friday had finally arrived. I stood at the bus stop in front of my high school in the sultry evening air waiting for Mr. Walte

(This one is a short one that continues what happened at the high rise. Thank you for reading.) I woke up a few hours later after our hot fuck in the high rise. As I looked next to me, I saw her beautiful form laying there peacefully. I slid out of bed to grab some water. I took a long drink before refilling the glass. As I thought about the last few days, I smiled. I never thought after losing my wife to cancer that I would be happy again. I thought about the offer I made to her a few days ago for her to move in with me. I started to debate whether to bring it up again or not. I decided to wait on it just to see what she was thinking. I slid back into bed beside her and kissed her forehead. I could feel her hands sliding up my body as I pulled back. I loved her hands. They were the right combination of softness and roughness. I started rubbing her back before an idea crossed my mind. I reached into my luggage and found what I was looking for. I then carefully took her hand and cuffe