Jan received word, her divorce had been finalised, her Ex's reason. Trading her in for a younger model. Her flat mate Jean was out late, a business meal with her station director. She was a radio presenter, already divorced, same age as Jan 42. Jan was a senior executive in the oil company where Vince worked. She wanted to celebrate, home alone, with a hot b...
"Richard, you're on in five minutes." The manager's voice cut through Rick's near-doze. Rick Wright, who danced under the name "Richard Long," was sitting in the beat-up old easy chair in the corner of the bar storeroom which doubled as the dancers' dressing room. The book on database design in Rick's lap was dull reading and he'd been fighting sleep for th...
When we pull apart his eyes are wild and hungry, the red flame flickering albeit lazily. "That was some ride." "You asked for it." "I did, didn't I. Don't let me ask for it too often. I could get addicted." "No chance of that my love. I enjoy making love to you straight too much." "Straight?" he asks with a twinkle in his eye and raised eyebrows. "You...
Hi guys! A little bit more reckoning this week, but no resolution yet. But no fear! The resolution is coming! Short chapter this week, but still exciting things happening! Thanks for sticking it out with me so far!! Yours, Hudson Copyright © 2018 by Hudson Bartholomew. All rights reserved. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or us...
© January 2009. Aidan studied himself critically in the full-length mirror. He had inherited from his much-missed mother high cheek-bones, fine bone structure full, pouting lips and a slender physique. Raising his arms he performed a slow pirouette. There was only the lightest of dusting of hair under his arms. His body was smooth, his chest adorned with tw...
Chapter Fourteen - Happy New Year! 'These CCM Professional men's hockey skates are really gonna' be good on the Canal when we go skating, Aaron! They're just the best present! Thanks honey!" 'And these 'Faber Castell' technical drafting pens are going to come in handy when I have to work on Gordon's drafting assignments in the New Year, Adam. How did you m...
The aroma of roasted coffee beans is a delectable smell, one that conjures images and memories. It takes me back to my childhood, when my father would get up in the morning and make a pot before waking us children. It wafted into every room in the house, lingered well after the pot was done, and after we came home from school it would permeate from the wood...
"I really do worry about you. When did you eat last?" "Please, please, don't stop," Marc whimpered between pants. "Finish me, please. Don't make me wait." "Now you want it," the dance master laughed. "We'll see how badly you want it." The two young men were lying on a pile of old costumes in the dark corner of the back of the stage behind the wings. The d...
Standing contrapposto, I stare at myself in the mirror and gently smile. The music on the radio fades in and out from a static to a strong signal as if each shift of my body entire affects its clarity. The day has been long and bleak, it's only positive occurring earlier when I got drunk and had such a wild time on the dance floor. And as I stare at my...
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