Without hesitation I booked a ticket and took the first flight for Paris. My friend Debbie wanted to see me desperately. She didn't give any reason but she did tell me that she had been missing me terribly. We had been chatting in nifty girl's room for some time when suddenly she begged me to pay her a visit. She sounded very sad and I thought she must have...
I had just gotten home from work. She worked nights and I worked and attended college during the day so I slid out of my shoes as quietly as possible as I stepped in the front door, so as not to wake her. It was the last day of the work week for both of us, so we usually tried to have a date night after she woke up from a nap. It had been a long week between...
I'm so happy its Thursday. I woke up this morning smiling and anxious for the day to start. The sooner it started, the closer I would be to you. Which is what I want more than anything. To be close to you. To touch you, to taste you, to feel you against me. I go through my day with thoughts of you in my head. Seeing you smile or laugh at something I said. H...
There were days when Jasmine wished she wasn't so into music. A song for every occasion, that was her, and this occasion was just reeking Hot Chocolate... "It started with a kiss...never thought that it would come to this..." - the whole appropriate song thing was making her nervous as she waited for her guest to arrive... Two months earlier Jasmine had bee...
Some years back, Mithu (wife of my hubby's cousin brother) came to stay with us. The day she came, three of us went to a party in the evening. There was a lot of drinking & dancing till late night. I danced with a number of men; Mithu also danced a lot. Music was not fast and we mostly had close dance – men had gala time, so did women. Mithu and I once danc...
In the dream, I push through the double doors into a wide ballroom bigger than any room I've ever imagined before. At least, I think it's a dream. It feels like a dream; my legs feel like they're churning through warm water with every slow, languid step, and the sounds in the room have a distant, echoey quality. Like they're not really happening. I hear the...
Part 1 – Loving in Italy – We Move to Italy . . . and Meet Tessa: started with Jim's and my arrival in Italy. Tessa picked us up at the airport and left us at our private villa on the beautiful Italian Amalfi coast. We'd played and made love in the pool and then discovered Tessa watching . . . ~~~~~~~~~~ I wasn't sure what to think - or do – with Jim and I...
Author's note This chapter is a bit different from the rest. There's no hot sexy action, in fact there's no action at all. If that's what you're looking for look elsewhere. Rather this is a coda, an epilogue. I felt I had taken the story about as far as it could go but needed something to round it off, to provide closure. So, here's the final part of Lisa...
Chapter 1: Not All Rainy Days Are Sad Lisa watched the puddles form on the streets as the rain fell. Each drop disturbed the street lamp's reflection in the puddles. Lisa sighed as she had hoped it would be a good night, yet her parents were gone and her good friend, Tianna was caught up at work. She thought of a few guys she could call, but each were eithe...
Evening, passion, hunger. Night, silence, warmth, stillness, love. Morning and day, love and time, pleasure and memory. We go to our jobs having shared evening and night and croissants, alternated in the bathroom and fretted over our watches, sworn at public transport, remembered each other's eyes and breath, day-dreamed of the night. Evening, light, hung...