The waves rippled in the sand on the other side of the wall from the bench. There is no motion as I stare out across the light reflecting across the bay. Except the light rippling noise, all appears still and quiet. There was nothing to the left or to the right of the bench. Sitting quietly on a Sunday evening and wishing that I could be your only dream.nnWeeks had passed since the last vivid dream of Anita. It felt so real and yet felt so distant. Here I sit on this bench again and relive the thoughts. It is a bit strange this feeling within, much like the feeling on one's tongue after licking a battery. I foolishly did that as a kid. If you haven't done that, don't bother it isn't all that good. nnMonths had gone by since the first meeting with Anita. There have been friendships and feelings, but none like that exchanged between us in that brief moment of time. Memories of licking Anita to floods of pleasure much like the shining ocean crashing before me now. nnThe weather had been very warm the past week and it was about to change quickly. A typical band of thunderstorms were forecasted for this evening that would change the temperature significantly in the next few hours. I lay down on the bench and looked up at the sky and saw the stars above. A few planes circled on the way to the airport further down the coast. I closed my eyes.nnI naturally drifted off to sleep.

Kevin Parsons was a son who loved his mother deeply. He hated his abusive father just as deeply. The man was a bully and a drunk.nnThe young son often heard his mother's cries and his father's yelling. He would peek in and see her on knees begging not to punisher any more. Often Rachel Parsons' body would sport bruises and cuts from their 'lovemaking'.nnMany nights the loving son would try to muffle his mother's cries with a pillow. It would fail and he would weep feeling so helpless. Many times after such beating he would go to his mother and comfort her. The wounds would be treated. The young son often expressed hatred toward the abusive parent. nnRachel knew her son wanted his father gone. The few times he tried to champion his mother were unsuccessful. Unfortunately, Kevin was just too small to do anything to stop the mean-spirited father. The efforts would leave him beaten severely. The mother's agony would increase with the sight of the bloodied child. nnIt broke the young son's heart to see his mother in a huddled quavering mass crying. The pain would multiply with the view of her child being so beaten. They would hug together in a fearful crying ball of quivering flesh.nnWhat really puzzled the young lad was why did his father treat his mother so cruelly?

I woke up early. around 6 AM and looked over to my left to find the love of my life, Mari, still asleep on her side, with her back towards me. She was exhausted when she got in at about 2:30 in the morning. She stayed awake just long enough to give me a hug and a kiss, shed her scrubs and collapse into the bed. I rolled over onto my left side put my arm around her waste and curled up against her. I loved waking up next to Mari and just lying there and spooning with her. As a matter of fact we both enjoyed it so much that on the days I had to go to work and she didn't I would purposely set my alarm for a half an hour before I had to get up just so that we could spoon. nnAs I lay there, holding Mari, I started kissing and nibbling her neck. She began to stir a little and moaned ever so softly as she pushed herself against me. I now had a raging hard on, but I couldn't bring myself to attack her. Knowing that she had gotten so little sleep, I was content to lie there with my arm around her and enjoy the closeness that we shared. About an hour later I carefully slid out of the bed, trying not to disturb her, and went into the kitchen to make some coffee.nnCoffee in hand I headed for the living room and sat down to watch the formula one practice on TV. I figured that this would keep me occupied until about 9 AM, and then I would go out and cut some fresh flowers, put them in a vase, and make breakfast. Then I would surprise Mari with breakfast in bed along with the fresh cut flowers. After my second cup of coffee I had to take a leak, so I headed for the bathroom. nnWhen I was done I didn't flush the toilet, since the bathroom was right next to the bedroom and I didn't want to wake Mari. As I exited the bathroom and started to creep past the bedroom door I thought I heard a noise, so I paused at the door and listened. Sure enough I heard it again, it sounded like someone was moaning. Then it hit me.

Esmeralda was celebrating her 70ies birthday. She was a fun-loving and still very vivid woman. Esmeralda had been attracted to women all her life but had also always been a bit shy. So there had not been a lot sexual relationships in her life. In the last years she had discovered the internet for getting to know new women and having fun with sexy e-mails.nnEsmeralda was about 1,62 m (about 5f 4i) tall and was not slim at all. One could call her ???chubby???. She had quite curvy hips and very voluptuous thighs and arse. Her face was also chubby and round and therefore still quite lovely. She had full, red lips and white teeth. Her brunette hair was cut quite short. Due to her figure also her breasts were not small at all. In spite of her age, her skin did not have a lot of wrinkles, which was a benefit of her chubby body. She did really take care of herself and tried to stay in shape. nnShe had been looking forward to her birthday celebrations. She had invited all her friends and on a separate evening her two best friends, Joan and Barbara, had wanted an evening reserved. So Esmeralda had willingly invited them.nnEsmeralda had prepared some food and some tasty wine, but when she asked her friends to sit down, Joan said:nn???We will not stay long, Esmeralda. We just wanted to bring you our present. A special present.