My brand new husband and I met on the Internet about six months ago. My name is Linda and I am a Chinese- Canadian, and until yesterday, lived in London, Ont. His name is Richard and is from the southern part of the USA. I am 32, 5″ 1,” and only weigh a hundred pounds.
He sighed as they drove their car onto the ferry bound for hull, one week was nearly all he could spend with his family on holiday nowadays. As they locked the car and made for the reception, with the stench of petrol filling the air, he spotted another teenager nearabouts his age. She was kind
It’s hard to describe the turmoil of the last two years. A part of my beautiful wife, soul mate, lover and idol has been taken from me and I have some responsibility for the loss. We’re in our early forties, comfortably off, well-paying jobs and rediscovering some freedom as our son and daughter have fled
“Espresso for one,” I asked the young lady with a cheeky smile and adjusted my shirt as the black-haired maid tapped my order into her faded and outdated till. It fitted in with the rest of the little cafe perfectly, with its tired maroon decor and outdated menu, but it was my favourite cafe in
I knew from the first time I saw Monica that I would have to get in her pants somehow. 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
I was surprised when my sister Nora called me and asked if she could stop by. We didn’t get along, and rarely had any contact anymore, but she said she really needed to talk to me, so I agreed. Two years my senior, at 24, Nora lived just across town but we never even talked
I loved my second wife, Marci. Every time I write a story about her I wish she would see it and write me. We divorced years ago but I still masturbate thinking of her. I had so many kinky fantasies after my divorce to my first wife. Marci satisfied them and introduced me to perversions
“They sleep in separate rooms?” asked Stacey incredulously. “Are you kidding?” “Swear to God,” replied Sarah, her best friend and college roommate. They were discussing Sarah’s parents, whom they were driving up to Heritage to visit for the Thanksgiving holiday break. “They’ve been doing that for like ten years now. Since I was in third
Well, where to begin? I’ll start at the beginning, OK? I’m Jessica and I’m just about to turn 25. I go to college right now and I’m really involved in politics. Actually, I’m involved in what we like to call counter- politics; That is, I’m an Anarchist. I won’t go into the details of the
My wife was a woman in a bit of an emotional or moral turmoil. On one hand she wanted to explore but on the other she was a complete prude. When we were at home she dressed in a very conservative manner seeming uptight all the time. The only exception was when we went on
Well to be honest it has been at least ten years since I talked with anyone directly involved with it all, and now it has been more than forty years since it all happened. Yet there are some defining moments in your life that you never forget. True, details become blurred with time and perhaps
Alicia woke by degrees. Nudged first into basic awareness by her inability to turn over onto her stomach. Soft snores, not her own, invaded her consciousness next. She didn’t remember, what? Her lack of memory was the final impetus to full consciousness. Eyes open. Alicia lifted her head and surveyed the room. Same basic scheme
“Don’t forget to call me if you catch an earlier plane home from the conference or if your plane is delayed,” said Florence. “I want to know either way, so I can be ready.” “OK,” said Erwin. “Why are you so obsessive about this vacation?” “Because your company owns you for the next five days,”
How could this fucking happen? We have only been married eighteen goddamn months. I first met Jill at a church social in her hometown. Jill was a beautiful young lady with a religious upbringing. Her parents required her to attend church every Sunday. We dated for about a year. A year I refer to as
A couple decides to get devoiced and to celebrate it they go out one last time together on a motorcycle rally that they both had always enjoyed. Only this time the guy decides to get his soon to be ex-wife, snot-flying drunk and she has the time of her life, even if she can’t remember