In classic tennis white -- white shorts, matching tank top, and sneakers -- she was eye catching. Her black shiny hair fell softly around her face. It was thick and I had to resist the urge to run my fingers through the luscious strands. And her glasses were gone. Her dark brown eyes seemed to draw me in like mirrors in reverse; and I decided I wanted to spend hours looking into them.
Charlie invented a time machine, but that’s not really what this book is about. It’s about love and relationships, and retrospection, and tamales, and cute girls, and love. Did I mention love? Join Charlie and his girlfriends in a coming-together feel-good story.
A short little tale of a man who finds love in an unexpected fashion. This IS NOT a stroke story. If that's what you're expecting--pass this one up. Its slow to start but he gets where he needs to be. It's a slice out of a person's life.
My husband Bob is a fountain pen collector. Yeah, really! Well, pens don't turn me on much, but our friend John, who was there with his wife, another collector, was another matter altogether.
MFM, Cream pie, Dominant Wife, Wife Watching, Rules, Hot Wife, Mind Games....
Wife fulfills husband's fantasy of making love to another dominant man and find she loves it. Husband finds he loves her change in attitude making him feel like a cuckold.
Aunt Sandy moves in to take care of her three nephews when their mother dies. The oldest, a 17-year-old, finds it difficult to adjust until her loving attention becomes very, very loving.
Mark is desperate to lose his virginity. Everything seems to conspire against him - even the weather! Until Sarah takes a hand. A wry look at the 'age of mirrors of muddle'.