Mrs Alison Jenkins part 1 It had only been two weeks since Steve, my husband had gone to work in Australia for a whole year. Already I missed him and hated living on my own. We had only been married for a few months and moved several hundred miles away from my parents because of his stupid job and now I was stuck here alone. To be fair the small village in North Yorkshire was lovely and unlike London where I grew up everyone was very friendly even if they did consider us both to be “posh southerners”. We had […]
To give you my grown-up opinion, I don’t think I was the first. My mother was always guarded around Mrs. Applewhite and I remember a time when I was younger that my parents would stop discussing our neighbor any time I walked into the room. Those were not friendly discussions. Maybe they should have kept going so I would have known. My boyish impression of Mrs. Applwhite was of a movie star. She wore seriously tight leopard print pants and favored the kind of high- heeled sandals that let you see what bright color she had painted her toenails. […]
Was it her or not? I couldn’t decide. Her once long chestnut hair was now silver and bobbed off at the shoulder. The smooth milky complexion I remembered was now sagging slightly around her mouth and neck. Those huge brown eyes that seemed to glisten and shine seemed somewhat flat and dull. All of that aside, I was certain that the woman I was seeing was Mrs. Babbitt. Her hair and face might have changed, but her body was still as remarkable as I remembered from middle school. Her full breasts seemed larger than ever. Not to mention the way […]
“Do you remember me talking about the difference between a sissy and a real man?” “Not really.” “Real men have dicks, Precious. Big manly, masculine pricks. You have a baby dickie, a clittie. Even if I did let you into my pussy I’d never feel you, Sissy. Your dick is too small. So that’s never gonna happen. This little guy is such a teeny weeny that you’re never going to be able to fuck Mommy. Mommy needs Men, Real Men with Real Big Dicks. Understand?’ “Oh you’re blushing again, Hon. I love it. I know it seems cruel, Sweetness, but […]
We lived in a neighborhood just like you see in the movies with trees overhanging the streets, kids playing in their yards and people mowing their lawns. We lived right in the middle of the block with a nice 2 story house that my mother just adored. I was around 15 I think when this all took place …..its an amazing story which I cannot keep to myself any longer. It was the day after school had let out for summer and we had only been in the neighborhood for about 6 months or so. Our next door […]
I was twelve-years-old and just starting to be nudged around by the first stirrings of my testosterone storm. Oh, I was no stranger to my sexual fascination nor to those impossible-to-describe delicious feelings I’d come to seek after, touching myself under the covers at night. But I’d not been pushed to that state of sexual hunger… that hormone-induced state of arousal that my father referred to as “an ingrown hard on.” At least not until age twelve. My sexual history to that time was marked more by enthusiastic interest than experience… if you don’t count my indefatigable voyeurism. For several […]
As anyone who has been reading my recent postings will know my ideal woman is voluptuous, well endowed and totally uninhibited sexually.. Although my current girlfriend, Trudy is a little younger than me I have over the years found that these attributes are more frequently found in more mature women. It has been my experience that for the most part that they have less inhibitions and are more skilled at taking care of a young man’s sexual needs. In my mind an older woman’s body if kept in good shape is many times more erotic than that of a younger […]
In my last posting I told you about the summer that I spent in England about ten years ago and the horny mother of my college friend Ian. I won’t go into great detail but when I left off Mrs. Gosden and I had enjoyed an evening of what can only be described as very heavy petting. The evening ended when her son Ian returned from the evening spent with his girlfriend. He was off to London the next day to visit with his father for a few days and Mrs. Gosden had asked me to stay with her instead […]
Mrs. Hanson is my neighbor living next to my house. She is a widow and 58 old, a very religious woman. She lives alone and loves to call me to help her do the housework. In her perspective, young people like me should respect the elders like her, and the best way to do it is to help her do everything. She never hesitates or is embarrassed to come to my house, ringing the door ring, and using the demanding tone to command me to work for her. I never tried to refuse, how cruel to decline an old […]
I was raised in your standard white bread family, my parents are still married after 42 years, still happy together, my brothers and sisters, ( I have 2 of each ) are happily married, raising families of their own. I am the only one still single at the young age of 23, and not looking for a permanent relationship as of yet. I was laying in bed a few nights ago reminiscing on how I learned about sex, and it sure brought back some fond memories of my first real woman. I had been cutting yards for years for the […]
I have that feeling again. That heavy clogged feeling in my stomach that always follows a large meal or an excess of less than nutritional food. And I know that with this feeling always comes my memory of many, many years ago and my neighbor Mrs. Kingsley. I must have been about 12 years old and my parents both worked during the day. They’d arranged that if anything went wrong or if I needed anything, I could go to Mrs. K or another close neighbor. This particular day, I came home from school with a terrible stomachache probably from the […]
I was unemployed, back at home, and staying in my old room. I hadn’t been in the old neighborhood in about six years. It is funny how old memories and habits come back. I remember staying up late messing around on the 8088 computer that I had and then sleeping in until noon the next day. The computer has changed but the times are about the same. I rolled out of bed and was heading down the hall towards the bathroom when I happened to glance out the window that overlooked our backyard and the neighboring yard. I stopped suddenly […]
