Hindsight (Mary Ellen is seduced into Anal sex by her loving neighbors)
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Kathy was really pleased the way the party was going. It was her
A descriptive paragraph she had typed onto final draft the day before from her husbands current masterpiece raced sensually through Beth Ann Durkes young mind as she watched her handsome neighbor leave his expensive home across Tasman Drive and walk with a smooth, athletic grace toward his three-car garage. Mmmm, he did! He literally radiated virility! What had Jay entitled the book? HER LUSTY NEIGHBOR? Yes, that was it… and very fitting, or so it would seem. She remembered the exact passage:
“Come on Maddi, time for bed!” I call out from the kitchen.
Scott has been in love with Tabitha, the single mother next door, almost since the first day he moved in. The problem is that Tabitha is in love with someone else a married man who has all the right excuses for why hes still with his wife. And then one snowy Christmas Eve…
While after the changes wrought by nine eleven, I had grown to hate some airports, I loved to fly, and that was one of the best perks of the somewhat unconventional way I supported myself. I had always had trouble holding down a conventional job, probably a combination of stubbornness and being a smart ass. Whatever the reason, over the years I had found I could create a decent lifestyle for myself without actually holding down a job. Perhaps it was a personality disorder, but I would gladly work seventy or eighty hours per week for myself just to keep from having to work forty hours per week for someone else. So one January morning as I sat in the boarding lounge of United Airlines at LaGuardia, I reflected back on the path that had brought me to this point.
The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
Come on, honey, Laura whispered into Dons ear, tugging at his arm.
It was Christmas Eve, 2015, and, in Heritage, California, it was about as cold as it ever got. The mercury was hovering in the mid-thirties and a cold, freezing rain, driven by an artic wind from a low-pressure system over Oregon, was falling all over the area. There were reports that snow was falling as low as one thousand feet in the nearby Sierra Nevada foothills, dusting the exclusive Heritage suburbs of Cypress Hills and Andiron. There were even cautious predictions that as the temperature continued to drop in the late evening and early morning hours that snow might fall in Heritage itself. If true, this would be an extremely rare occurrence. At an average elevation of forty feet, Heritage had only received measurable snowfall six times in recorded history. And never had it snowed on Christmas.
It was a smoldering summer morning, normal for Phoenix, when I chose to climb the wooden, six-foot-tall fence separating our backyard from our neighbors, to retrieve the basketball that had inadvertently bounced into their yard the previous day. I absolutely hated going over to a neighbors house, knocking on the door, and requesting something Id lost in their yard. Looking back, I have no idea why I felt that way. When I was eighteen it just seemed infinitely easier to climb the fence, toss the ball back over, and return the same way.
Of all the students in Sheridan High, Robert Haleys mother, Beth, was the best looking by a long shot. She was what they called statuesque standing 511 and blessed with the figure of a swimsuit model. Back then if you didnt know she was 38 youd probably have guessed her to be in her early 30s at the very most. She was divorced some time before she and her son Robert moved to the little midwestern town of Sheridan and the two of them lived on the edge of town where she pretty much kept to herself, not socializing with the other moms or anyone else, for that matter.
Toni Lindroth, once Toni La Rocca and now Toni Lindroth
Description: A young Asian Player (aZiaN PLaYa in street slang) lusting after and screwing the different Asian hotties in his life.
Ethan could see her as he turned to do another lap in the pool. Each time he came up for air, his eyes automatically sought her. Ms. Smith, or as he knew her, Paige. She was sitting in a chair by the edge of the pool looking down at the papers in her lap. Dressed in a tight skirt and button-down blouse, she really didnt fit into her surroundings.
The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
It was ten-thirty on a beautiful April morning when Conchi Thorne, the woman in Apartment 6-B, looked at her nude self in the bathroom mirror. She was preparing herself for Keith Broys who would come to her at eleven.
Everyone has heard or read something about the sex clubs. Almost every city in the United States — and possibly abroad — has its intimate club where couples get together and trade mates. It is common to find something about such couples in almost any daily newspaper, or you can buy a good book on the subject at almost any news dealer.
I whistled with cheerful excitement as I drove down the quiet, suburban road towards the home of my sister. Married with three kids, my sister Melanie had a nice, white-collar existence in a respectable home, though her and her husband were not quite as respectable as they seemed!
The end justifies the means. How many times have we heard that expression? And how many people act as if that were their sole moral code?
Behind the outward serenity and closed doors of middle-class suburban homes, we find people are tormented by the same problems that have afflicted men and women throughout the ages.
This story started a while back when we were in our 30s. My name is Alfredo, people call me Fred. My parents immigrated from Mexico, so for a Latino to be 5’ 9” is quite is actually quite tall. I was 36 and my wife Aileen is taller than I am. Aile is a Caucasian woman with Irish roots and much taller than me, I have a very successful financial consulting business, that allow for Aile to stay home and sometimes helps me out. Aile is a very slender and sexy woman, the minute a man sees her, men’s dicks get hard, this is not an understatement, that’s one reason I married her. Aile was 33 at the time, she is 6’1”, shoulder length red hair and green eyes, great body, legs up to her ass, and perky tits, she doesn’t even look like the mother of our twin sons.
This is a very personal document. It is an autobiography. Maryon Swelt is a very real person, and she has written her very own very real story, just as it happened to her. This is not a work of fiction.
Denise found a seat at the rear of the bus, in the very back row. She was thankful that the bus wouldnt be crowded. Only about thirty kids would be making the trip to the state fair, and this huge old bus had room for twice that many.
My name is Sandra, and my husband Ed and I are 34 years old and live in a nice suburb of Houston with our one year old daughter. Ed is gainfully employed in the banking industry, and although I also had a good job as a systems analyst, I was able to quit when our daughter was born.