JAX: Stories

Ok, now I finished writing about the true stories of my ex wife, so from here on in it must all be a flight of fancy on my part.

It was my day off and again it was a lovely day as it had been all week. My husband had disappeared early to go to work and wouldn't be home until about 8 this evening for I know he's working overtime. What to do, well this morning there's the housework but just as soon as the sun appears on my patio it time to stop and take in a few rays.

I had one more day off and then it was back to work and sometime soon after that I was flying off to Spain with Mr Johnson for some fun in the sun.

My new toy was working out well though and I was already on my third set of batteries.

Since I wrote 'Lost Wife' I've been think about the stories my wife told me all those years ago. Now I think there was more than a grain of truth in them all. The three guys in the Supermarket car park story was told and re-told a number of times and not all the details matched. Well I have spent some time on this particular story and have put all the elements together and come up with what I think is the best and most accurate account

Since I wrote 'Lost Wife' I've been think about the stories my wife told me all those years ago. Now I think there was more than a grain of truth in them all. The three guys in the Supermarket car park story was told and re-told a number of times and not all the details matched. Well I have spent some time on this particular story and have put all the elements together and come up with what I think is the best and most accurate account

Since I wrote 'Lost Wife' I've been think about the stories my wife told me all those years ago. Now I think there was more than a grain of truth in them all. The three guys in the Supermarket car park story was told and re-told a number of times and not all the details matched. Well I have spent some time on this particular story and have put all the elements together and come up with what I think is the best and most accurate account

I found this old stoneware jar, still sealed with a waxed in cork. Inside were ten fragile pages covered with very small writing and a few drawings. The pages were labelled 'Love', 'His Lust', 'Her Lust' and 'Death' and at last 'Vassal', whatever that means. / (Reviews)

Her naked body was half draped across mine, her slim wrists tightly strapped behind her back, taking away much of the control she had of her perfect white body. With my hand firmly behind her head I was pushing her to take most of my erect 7 inches deep inside her mouth.

Terry had asked her out dozens of time over the last few years but she always shook her head making her long golden hair sway beautifully especial if the light was behind her. It wasn't that he was ugly or anything; in fact he had seen some of the looks the other girls were giving him.