Author: RomanticLoneWolf

Julia, Aged Like Fine Wine. [M/F] [MILF]

*Note: I originally posted this story two days ago, but was unhappy with that version. After some constructive feedback from a fellow author, I decided to revise and expand it a little. Enjoy.*

The woman lived on the other end of the block from me and she was a fixture of the neighborhood. In the few months since I’d moved there, I saw her almost daily (usually as she worked in the yard or power-walked around the area), but up to that point, I’d yet to talk to her a single time. She was in her mid-forties with shoulder-length hair, tanned skin, large breasts, and had what looked to be a very fit figure. Considering I was a healthy, twenty-five-year-old man, the fact of the woman’s attractiveness was not lost on me, but because I tended to be more interested in women my age and younger, I never thought of her as an option, romantically or otherwise. She was just the nice-looking, older woman from down the street; no more and no less, but that was all about to change. Read more »

Julia, Aged Like Fine Wine [M/F] [MILF]

I’d seen the woman around the neighborhood a few times, but up to that point I’d never actually talked to her. She was in her mid to late forties and to my twenty-five-year-old eyes, she looked no different than any other middle-aged woman. She lived a few houses down from me, and usually, when I saw her, the woman was working in her yard or walking around the neighborhood. Like any friendly people, the two of us waved if we noticed one another, but that was it. It wasn’t that she was unattractive or anything, I was just a young man who was interested in people my own age; therefore I didn’t see the woman in any sort of romantic or sexual way. Boy would that change.

It was really hot that summer and when I wasn’t working at the college, I spent my days inside sitting in front of the computer. For the last few months, I’d been working on what I hoped would turn out to be a novel. Unfortunately, it wasn’t going so well. Some days the story came easy, but on others, it felt like pulling teeth. That day was one of the latter. So far I’d written two good paragraphs, but the rest of the morning had been spent deleting things or just staring at the screen. Finally deciding to give up, I turned off the computer and went into the living room. Reaching for the remote, I turned on the TV, hoping to find something good to watch when the doorbell rang. Read more »

Fantasies Fulfilled With the Woman Nextdoor. [M/F] [MILF]

*Note this is a heavily revised version of a story I posted a long while ago that was titled My Neighbor.*

I was probably around ten when Val moved in next door. She was in her mid-thirties, recently divorced, and looking back from an adult’s perspective, extremely attractive. Unfortunately, at the time, my ten-year-old self didn’t appropriately appreciate this new neighbor with her blonde, pixie-style hair and voluptuous figure.

Over the years, Val and my parents became close friends, and I soon came to think of her as a kind of cool aunt. Before moving to our town, Val had worked as a journalist for a rock magazine, and I spent countless hours listening to her stories about famous rock stars and their antics. Needless to say, growing up next door to the woman was pretty cool, but everything changed when I was fourteen.

It was warm and sunny that Saturday in late June. My parents had gone out of town for the day, and I was left with the task of mowing the backyard, which I was not happy about at all. I’d gotten the mower out and was just about to get started when I saw Val pop her head over the fence. Read more »

Fantasies Fulfilled With the Woman Nextdoor. [M/F] [MILF]

*Note this is a heavily revised version of a story I posted a long while ago that was titled My Neighbor.*

I was probably around ten when Val moved in next door. She was in her mid-thirties, recently divorced, and looking back from an adult’s perspective, extremely attractive. Unfortunately, at the time, my ten-year-old self didn’t appropriately appreciate this new neighbor with her blonde, pixie-style hair and voluptuous figure.

Over the years, Val and my parents became close friends, and I soon came to think of her as a kind of cool aunt. Before moving to our town, Val had worked as a journalist for a rock magazine, and I spent countless hours listening to her stories about famous rock stars and their antics. Needless to say, growing up next door to the woman was pretty cool, but everything changed when I was fourteen.

It was warm and sunny that Saturday in late June. My parents had gone out of town for the day, and I was left with the task of mowing the backyard, which I was not happy about at all. I’d gotten the mower out and was just about to get started when I saw Val pop her head over the fence. Read more »

The Divorce. [M/F]

I didn’t mean for it to happen. Sometimes things just get beyond our control and nothing you can do will change them.

My wife and I married young. I was twenty, and Kassie was just turning nineteen, but we’d been an item more or less since we were kids, and as cheesy as it sounds, we had a bond like you would only see in a fairy tale. Which makes what happened only more disheartening.

We were childhood friends turned high school sweethearts, and part of what made our relationship so strong was the fact we’d been there for each other through some pretty tough times. Kassie was a bright light for me when my parents divorced, and I helped to pick both her and her mother up when Kassie’s father, Jack, was killed in a car accident. But, I guess in the end, even the strongest bonds have their weaknesses.

The first ten years of our marriage were amazing. We both worked hard to put ourselves through college. I went into engineering, while Kassie went the distance with veterinarian school. By the time things began to change, she’d started her own practice specializing in horse medicine. She was good, and before long my wife was highly sought after in the racehorse community. This would open the door for Kassie to gain a lot of high-profile connections, and eventually lead to her having to travel all over the country on a regular basis. Read more »

The Divorce. [M/F]

I didn’t mean for it to happen. Sometimes things just get beyond our control and nothing you can do will change them.

My wife and I married young. I was twenty, and Kassie was just turning nineteen, but we’d been an item more or less since we were kids, and as cheesy as it sounds, we had a bond like you would only see in a fairy tale. Which makes what happened only more disheartening.

We were childhood friends turned high school sweethearts, and part of what made our relationship so strong was the fact we’d been there for each other through some pretty tough times. Kassie was a bright light for me when my parents divorced, and I helped to pick both her and her mother up when Kassie’s father, Jack, was killed in a car accident. But, I guess in the end, even the strongest bonds have their weaknesses.

The first ten years of our marriage were amazing. We both worked hard to put ourselves through college. I went into engineering, while Kassie went the distance with veterinarian school. By the time things began to change, she’d started her own practice specializing in horse medicine. She was good, and before long my wife was highly sought after in the racehorse community. This would open the door for Kassie to gain a lot of high-profile connections, and eventually lead to her having to travel all over the country on a regular basis. Read more »

Making the Grade.

Have you ever had one of those teachers in high school that no matter what you do or how hard you try, they’re just going to be a stone cold bitch regardless. Angela Harmon was one of those teachers. She taught math, and because of how small my high school was, I was *blessed* to have her all four years.

Now if you had seen Ms. Harmon on the street, you’d probably think she was pretty attractive. And to be honest, you’d be right. She was tall with long, red hair, nice d-sized boobs, a slender stomach, and an ample ass that sat atop some juicy, thick thighs. Put lightly, the woman was built like a brick shithouse, and as a young freshman, I thought she was pretty, fuckin’ hot. Unfortunately, after a few months in her class, my desire for the woman curled up and died. Read more »

Forbidden: A Novel, Part 3

As Ashley and I lay in each other’s arms, I felt an amazing sense of contentment. I couldn’t believe how perfect she felt in my embrace, but I couldn’t deny the wrongness of it either. I had just had sex with my little sister, and even though my mind was still saying “this is wrong,” my body and emotions were screaming the opposite.

“That was easily the most amazing sexual experience of my life,” Ashley said as she traced the contours of my chest and stomach with her fingertip. “But…” she continued softly. “Considering this is only the second time I’ve had sex, there’s not much to compare it to.

I looked at her intrigued. “Really?” I asked curiously. “Yes, really,” Ashley replied grinning. “Geez, Jay, it’s not like I’m a whore or something. Is that what you thought?” I shook my head. “No sweet sister, I didn’t think that at all. If anything, I’ve always thought you were sort of flirty.” She rolled her eyes and then pinched my nipple. “Being flirty doesn’t make someone a slut, you ass,” she said playfully. “But, considering I just screwed my brother… That’s a whole different story. Read more »

Thanksgiving Pleasures. [MF] [STEP INCE]

I wasn’t really expecting much different from this year’s Thanksgiving. We would be going to my grandparent’s house a couple of hours away, which was fine by me. My dad’s parents lived in a densely wooded area, and my whole family looked at the property as a retreat from the world. I was definitely looking forward to the trip, at least until my mom gave me the news.

“Your Aunt Sharron is coming this year, and she’s bringing Vicky with her,” she told me. I rolled my eyes. “Oh fun,” I said sarcastically. “So much for a peaceful Thanksgiving.” Mom put her hands on her hips and fixed me with a disappointed look. “She’s not that bad Jacob,” she said. “She’s more than that bad,” I replied.

Vicky was my Aunt Sharron’s stepdaughter. She was about three years younger than me, and she had always been a spoiled brat. It had been several years since we had seen her, and I could only imagine how she would be as an eighteen-year-old. “You two are adults now,” Mom said. “Surely you can both get along.” I shrugged. It wasn’t me she had to worry about. Read more »

Fooled Around With My Married Cousin. [MF]

Several years ago I reconnected with a second-cousin. We had never really been super close as kids, but we were not strangers either. I had not really seen her for years, and by the time we reconnected, she was married with one kid, and I was single.

It started off as a friendship and we would text and call each other daily. I had never been close with any extended family so it was nice to get to know her. A few times she would come over to my house and we would sit up late talking.

I found out she had not always been too happy with her marriage even though her husband was a good guy. I just let her vent.

Over time, as we got closer, she took it upon herself to try and hook me up with some of her friends, but these never panned out. Then things took a twist.

Soon I started to feel that she had an interest in me, and eventually this was confirmed in conversation. The cousin aspect was the only thing that held her back at first, but even that didn’t last long. I was attracted to her, so when we began to add flirting into the mix, I didn’t really resist it, but it was still pretty innocent up to that point. Read more »