Tuesday nights were always a little hectic, especially the ‘Second Tuesday of Every Month’. That was my Kiwanis Club meeting, which ran from 6:30 to whenever. May and I didn’t get home until 5:00 and 5:30 respectively. I didn’t have to worry about dinner, as Kiwanis was a dinner meeting, but there was always some
As I feel my skin welcome the morning sun a smile plays across my lips. This smile due to the fact that I feel your breath against my cheek and your arm across my stomach. I just lay there for a moment thikning thwe situation through and then have an idea. As quietly as possible
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he said. “Yes,” she replied, her voice a husky whisper against his neck, his thick sideburns tickling her nose. He smelled of autumn leaves, faint, spicy soap, and grease from the motorcycles he loved to work on. “We’re breaking the law, you know.” “To hell with the
10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…HAPPY NEW YEAR! Everyone cheered for the passing of another year. Couples kissed, friends hugged, and my friends and I all toasted the New Year with glasses of sparkling grape juice (we’re all underage). As the celebration comes to an end, people begin to clear out. I say goodbye to my friends and I myself
The autumn breeze rose over the crest of the mountain top, rustling the dry leaves and sending two starlings on the southward journey for the winter. Only one soul witnessed this momentous event in their avian lives and that soul belonged to Keith McCulley. Keith had been hiking the Appalachian Trail for two weeks now
This is a story about hot sex and deep feelings. I’ve been keeping a secret about a very passionate affair for years now. I can’t tell anyone I know, so I’ve decided to share it with those I don’t. This is how it all started. I hate lawyers. They always seem to be so arrogant,
Jackie was the consummate source of brightness in my life. I was captivated by her independence, her classiness, her beauty, her smile, her poise, her maturity, her humor, her confidence, the way she walked, the way she sat — and by her breasts and her eyes and her feet and her waist and her hands
I saw Monica that I would have to get in her pants someday. Problem was, of course, that she had absolutely no interest in me whatsoever. Come to think of it there wasn’t much that attracted me to her other than her body; nothing except perhaps the generally snotty and superior demeanor she affected around
Ellen had awakened in pain again. She checked the time, then thankfully swallowed two painkillers. The throbbing ache from her hip gradually diminished until she could once more successfully ignore it. If she had known what the result would have been she would never have run to the rescue. Well that wasn’t really true. You
“So you really want me to pose for you?” you said. Light and joking, but seemingly with a touch of nervousness. “I’d love that.” I said. “It’s just I’ve never done anything like that before.” “Well, I haven’t either. I mean, sketched a real person, in the flesh. I mean, yes, in an art class
Philippa had been restless all day. She knew it had been a good thing to do, offering to take her mother and friend to the coast for the weekend, but it had also been a very boring thing to do. She was not of an age to enjoy endless trawling through antique and charity shops.
It wasn’t till February that I heard from Laura again. Two days before Valentine’s Day, I received a card with no return address in the mail. My love life had been on hold since my last encounter with the perfect woman, so I certainly didn’t have any admirers to be receiving mail from. The card
We wake up in each others arms. Rolling over and whispering “Good Morning” in your ear, I quickly give you a little kiss. Then I slip out of bed and into the bathroom. Leaving the door to the bathroom open I quickly slip into the shower. You watch me as I wash my hair, and
I sold beautiful curiosities in my shop, so it was only fitting that one walked in. However, it was not an antiques shop. My merchandise was a living example of years of human manipulation in enhancing specific genetic traits in fish. I stocked common goldfish, black goldfish supposed to guard the family home from bad
Joe Hannon had never seen anyone like her. Business had taken Joe to New York and Chicago, to Atlanta and New Orleans. He’d been to the cabaret in Munich. He’d even been to the place Carol Doda had made famous years ago in San Francisco’s North Beach and a few of the lap dancing spots