Reawakening Stories

It’s Easter; a day for beginnings. We’d both fallen dormant in the winter of our spouses’ deaths. But what’s frozen can bloom again. I sit beside her on the bench, offering a bouquet of dandelions. She giggles like a young school girl, then quiets. “I don’t know how to begin anew.” I interlock our fingers. “As the tulips unfurl, so shall you, sweet Ellie.” Her eyes twinkle. “I didn’t know you were a poet, Henry.” “Will it...

He enjoys working by candlelight on evenings such as this one when there is a hush in the night except for the light rain pitter-pattering against the glass panes. These somber clouds, however, are sparse enough for the moon to peek through and cast a soft glow on the shadows, adding more romance to the setting. There are no drapes to draw closed on the windows of his shop — not that he would have closed them, anyway. He...

"I'm too old." He smiled, his eyes twinkling. "Oh, you really shouldn't have said that." Before I knew it, my skirt, blouse, and panties were mingling with his shirt, trousers, and boxers over a low-hanging branch. "Take my hand," he offered. My breasts bounced, and his cock swung as the clock rewound fifty years on our sprint down the dock. By the time we hit the water, I was that shy virgin, and he was that handsome boy...

“Say it.” “Say what?” Fluttering her long lashes as she took a sip of coffee, she failed in her attempt to look innocent. “Say what you are dying to say … what you dragged me out to this coffee shop to say.” “Oh, well, if you are going to force it out of me.” She winked, then vomited her concerns in one long spill. “You dress in things that resemble tents. You have become a hermit hiding in that tiny apartment. You are a...

I held her tightly against my body, encouraging her. "Let it out, Keira. I have you." My eyes never left hers in the mirror. "Release for me, baby." Her legs straightened, toes pointed, and her back arched as she screamed, "James!" Is there any bigger compliment than a woman screaming your name as she cums?  She panted with her orgasm, thrusting against my hand with each spasm. Her pussy squeezed my fingers as her release...

I've never felt so lost... searching for direction. Alone. Empty. Then, rummaging in the attic, sifting through memories never to be again, I catch my first glimpse of her in the mirror. Breathtaking! Her reflection disappears and I feel her naked body on me. Soft lips open mine. Gentle hands coax my cock out of hiding. Her warmth gives me sanctuary to feel again.  She rides me as I caress her breasts. My hope renewing as...