The kettle was already half full, so I lit the burner and opened the coffee canister. Barely enough for a cup, it seemed. I poured the beans into the grinder and turned the dial, watching the paltry beans become a semi-fine powder that would hopefully work its magic for my morning routine. In my office I sat pouring over books, using my system of various p...
The Air Force had been a good experience for me. I finished as a lieutenant and did 4 tours in the Mid-East, flying huge cargo planes and followed a career track to become one of the youngest female pilots in an international airline. I grew up in the mid-west a shy girl with loving parents. My real name is Wanique, but I wanted to be called Wanda which is w...
This was turning out to be the best year of my life. I mean, I loved giving birth and raising my son. But for sex, this was the best. My husband had been a decent lover, I will admit that. But he could have been better. And he certainly was ignoring me most of the time now. So making my own sex life happy had produced a lovely time for me. And my basement wa...
I graduated college with a degree in sports medicine. I am a certified sports therapist. During the summer months, I work in a physical therapy clinic helping injured patients with their injury rehabilitation. For the rest of the year, I am hired out to one of the area colleges to help cover their athletic teams. It's my job to care for injured athletes from...
It was early in the morning- I don't remember exactly when but I think maybe 4am.. or 5am, when she entered my house and slipped into bed. Past Saturday night and into Sunday morning. She's had a key to my house from long ago but never used it except to feed my cat when I was out of town, and not even that recently. I had practically forgotten she had it. B...
Summary: Two frustrated and ignored wives create their own Super Bowl Sunday. NOTE: This story is dedicated to Loretta and Diane to good friends who have since this story was written become MORE than good friends. NOTE 2: Thank you Estragon for your tireless copy-editing. NOTE 3: This is a Valentine's Day Story contest so please vote. Although it doesn't...
It is difficult to try to recall how I felt about Catherine, sometimes I would feel ashamed of my feelings, after all she was more than twice my age, yet I guess I looked forward to seeing her for some reason. I had begun to enjoy her company and our times together, as well as liking her for her generous tips when I waited on her. Now we had this date for th...
Note: This is part two of the short series that began with Marilyn. Apologies that it's taken so long to post. This part will make more sense if you've read part one first. All characters are over the age of 18. As usual comments, observations and suggestions are welcome either by posting here or email. Many thanks for your previous encouragement. _________...
Amber stepped into her apartment after a long day of classes. She could hear Mandy in the next room, and a constant, quiet sound. As Amber turned the corner, she saw Mandy painting their kitchen a soft blue. It was called Baby Blue, and they'd both agreed on it at the paint store when they'd shopped there nearly a week ago. Since it was their senior year a...
Foreword Hi guys, it's me, Chrissie here with more intimate confessions. For anyone who missed my earlier "Short and Sweet" yarns I'm telling the tale of May 2017, the time of the first Brexit snap election. Well, the first of all the latest, way beyond-boring Brexit elections . . . And that particular bore actually happened in early June. It just dragged...