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Escape

Running away to find him or maybe let go

Escape. Life has gotten too unexpected, too hard. I need an escape. He died. He left me here alone. It wasn’t in the plan. He is dead. Days have passed, and my bed is now empty. It doesn't feel real. Escape. Standing next to his stupidly big truck at a ga...

  The death of passion, cruel and sharp.  Back into my memories,  it’s terrifying.  The bitterness brings too much sorrow.  All my soul within me, punished.  The aching want within me, looking, Retreats to my memories, craving.  On that day my soul grew h...

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The French Guest

A beautiful French student brings joy to a lonely widower

I knelt at my wife’s grave and laid a bouquet of her favorite flowers on it. It had been three years to the day since I laid her in it. Memories raced through my mind; our first date, our first kiss, our wedding, the birth of our daughter. On and on the m...

Melanie's Cookery Class Part Two

Eamon digs his hole deeper, Melanie is liberated and the boys move on.

“I’m home darling,” said Eamon, walking in through their front door. Getting no reply, he walked through the house to the patio doors and looked down to the garden. “Oh shit!” he said to himself. His wife was walking up the steps toward him. She was stark...

Finding Comfort In My Son's Friend (Part 2)

Still grieving other her husband's recent death, Beth finds comfort in her son's sweet friend.

"Ohh, it feels so nice," I gasp as Peter's fingers continue to work my clit, the pleasurable sensations pulsing through my pelvic muscles.  Suddenly he stops and a sweet little whimper escapes my mouth, making him smile.  "I didn't finish, Peter," I say,...

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Finding Comfort in my Son's Friend

Still grieving over her recent husband's death, Beth finds comfort in her son's sweet friend.

Dear Diary My name is Bethany Gardner and I am 55 years old. Exactly two months ago, my husband James died. We were married for 25 years and even though the worst days have passed, I still feel empty. I try to find solace in things I once enjoyed, like si...

Their eyes met cross a crowded room,one was destined to be the other ones doomfor they're playing a game and one might get took'Cause the thief of hearts is an expert crookI know the game I've played once or twiceand all I've won is a heart cold as iceNow...