Author's note: It has taken me over nine years to return to this story, though it's been on my mind so many times. First-person perspective is always such a departure for me that it leaves me feeling a little lost. Here's hoping I've found my way back without losing too much of the story. It's a little sappy, but it's honest sap. For those of you who need fo...
It's been a while since we've touched one another. You're usually tired after a long day at work. Excessive hours were the reason you switched career back in our early days. Like most new couples, spending time together was an imperative for us. Each day you left at 6am and came home somewhere near midnight; exhausted, hungry, and completely interested in me...
-4- "Momma, it's my life that we're talking about, not yours," Bonnie said into her cell phone; well, more like shouted, than said. Sami was trying not to hear the conversation as she packed her bag for the upcoming road trip with the team, but in the confines of the small dorm room, that wasn't a possibility. "Look, if Roy and I are okay with breaking of...
When I first met Carla, I was living in Ithaca, New York. Ithaca is a strange town for upstate New York -- people who hate it say it's "stuck in the 60's;" people who love it say it has "preserved the 60's." At least they agree on what's special about Ithaca -- they just disagree about whether it's good or bad. A friend of mine who moved to Ithaca from Santa...
"I think she's cute," Suzy whispered as the three of us discreetly peeked through the blinds to watch the couple carrying the dresser from the van into the house across the street. "Mmmm, I don't know," Linda mused. She wrinkled her nose and frowned a little, watching the middle aged redhead sit on the step to rest. "Look how she is dressed. Very conservat...
A former partner had told me, after he had finished with me sexually (which was long after he was done with me emotionally), that I was in desperate need of lessons in seduction. Realising he did not plan to teach me what I was lacking, I sought another arena. A destitute writer, living off the 'artiste grant' kindly supplied by my parents (who thought me to...
The days were growing shorter and about a month had passed since Jane had been involved in what she preferred to call a sexual experiment with Jasmine. Oddly, they hadn't run into each other at the apartment building since and Jane had convinced herself that their lack of contact was a good thing. She had also convinced herself that she was more than mildly...
Jenny walked past the shop, again, for the third time. As she did so her eyes glanced furtively at the display, again. Each time she had reached this point, she had been unable to turn and approach the door. She'd barely been able to pause and look into the shop window as you would when walking down street full of shop windows displaying there goods. She st...
I couldn't remember a time when I was more angry and I'm sure that if it could top this shit then I didn't want to remember it. It was the third time this mutha fucka had been late and everybody knows it's three strikes before you're out. This time he said he was already there waiting for me and yet we'd been standing on the dock for almost twenty minutes. H...
It has been a very stressful couple of weeks, working nonstop to make up for the time lost during the quarantine. The world is slowly starting to come out of it gradually relaxing the restriction in order to allow things to get back to normal, whichever new normal that would be. Here I was in my tiny office typing away at my keyboard, my eyes glued to the sc...