The School Bus Stop Mom [MF]

(bit long, jump to *** for the fun stuff)

I basically bought my house a few years back for the office. I loved it. As someone who works from home when I am not traveling to client meetings and seminars, having a quality space to get work done is imperative. My office was on the first floor, right by the front door of my corner lot home. It has two big windows from about a foot from the ceiling down about 6 inches off the floor. Great lighting, and….well, it can also provide quite the view.

I didn’t know then that my corner was the bus stop corner. Not a big deal, kid’s usually gather between 7:30 through 8:30 for their different buses. I am usually getting back from my neighborhood run, walking the dog, or having my first cup of coffee behind my desk at my computer. It’s never a distraction, but as most people tend to do, when someone walks by the window – I usually do glance over. So the whole first week of school in the new house in my new office, I find myself looking up as the kids come and go and just go right back to my work. Except, when she first came by.

[M]eeting the [f]riendly Neighbor [Long]

So a bit of backstory first: I moved for a new job to get back closer to home, but had the opportunity to slow play finding a place as there was a house in the family from a relative who passed away years back. It was on a quiet little lake and was perfect for summer trips, but for now it would be my crash pad while I sold my house and found my next one.

The house was about 1.5 hours from family and friends, so I didn’t have a lot of people I knew and being in a really small, off the beaten path, area there wasn’t much to do. For something I expected to last a few months tops, that was fine. The only real problem was that I didn’t have a washer and dryer, so instead of staying at the house, I was frequenting trips home to visit with family and friends (and do my laundry).

[MF] Fingering on a Party Bus – Cheating/Long

So I shared this story before on an old account that I deleted, but the memory has been driving me crazy recently for some reason. So here we go sharing again.

The story is about a Christmas bar crawl a few years back that turned into a memory even the copious amounts of alcohol couldn’t dull (thankfully). We had a group of friends that all moved out after college and this was our way of getting back together.

Part of the organization came from this couple, a friend of mine and his wife — we will call her M. Last time I share this I tried to describe their relationship, maybe in order to justify what happened, but Ill skip the detail this time. It was never a great relationship, they both suck together, but I don’t condone what I did.

To describe M, honestly, just google Ashe Maree. Its fairly spot on. She is about 5’7, runner skinny body, long black hair, small chest, big nice butt, and eyes you would literally kill for. She was wearing jeans, a 3/4ths sleeve Christmas shirt, and a pink beanie. I had always known she was pretty, but something about her look today was….different. Sexier. But that didn’t change anything, none of the night was planned.

Fifty Shades Of Wedding Date [MF] (Long)

So, couple things…Sorry for anyone expecting a really dirty fifty shades style story…1) I thought it was a good title, 2) I have never seen the movies, 3) it does involve some tie down, but that’s about it… So, if that’s what you came for, save yourself some time!

Intro:
This is a story about being a (wonderful) wedding date with a friend from college. We both lived on the opposite sides of the state we are from and continued to talk after college. We never hooked up or anything, but snapchat and social media kept us in contact. Long story short for the intro, she had a wedding for a friend from college and was looking for a date. I had some friends that would be going as well (wasn’t invited, didn’t know the two getting married that well) and figured why not – and the fact that I couldnt wait to see this chick in a dress and heels didnt hurt. While we never did anything in college, it was for different set of circumstances rather than no desire…