Looking back, I suppose the first time I noticed anything was at my daughter's twenty first birthday party when we danced together. The pressure on my back and the position of the hand nearly on my bum, were the first signs. There were more signs later when we were sitting round our pool on one of the rare days last summer when it was hot enough to sunbathe....
Lauren and I had become fast friends at work soon after she started in HR. Most of my work unit being male, I found having another woman to chat with over coffee and lunch was a nice break from the routine. If nothing else, we weren't limited to the usual work- or sport-centric discussions that otherwise dominated with my male counterparts; although I suspec...
Now I'll tell you about my next meeting with Joan. Back at work Joan was a little stand-offish I thought after our experience, and acted differently than I was expecting for the obvious reason, and I felt she had lost interest in me. The following Saturday she had the day off while I had to work, and one of the items was a proposal I typed for her, so I ph...
As I looked across the dance floor, I saw her. She was an absolutely gorgeous woman with straight ebony hair flowing down her back in curls. Even though I was watching her from afar I noticed her brilliant blue eyes and charming smile. Her lips were full and her skin was tanned by the sun. She wore a slim red dress that clung to her every luscious curve. Her...
I open the patio door slowly, into the glow of the lazily setting sun that slowly turns the day into night. Holding 2 glasses of Santa Isabella Chardonnay, I smile as I near the warm air from the hot tub. Seeing you sitting back, head resting on the edge with your arms out to the side and your eyes closed, enjoying the massaging bubbles on your back, I give...
I liked George immediately, and not just because she was a girl named George. Georgina "George" Kelly and I met on our flight from Seattle to Chicago. I'd been there on business, she visiting family. She was fascinating. She was a travel writer and editor. Her job was to visit tourist sites, hotels and restaurants and evaluate them for new or updated travel...
She closed the door behind her quietly as she placed her hands on my hips gently, something I loved. She leaned down and kissed me softly, lacing her tongue around mine gently, an act we had only just mastered. No longer did my nerves get the better of me, when before I would get embarrassed because I hadn't known what to do, or I had bitten her or something...
We set out for the Armenian border in stages. Mel put it about that I was indisposed and needed a rest, which explained my absence from the Grand Serail. I asked myself, again and again, why I was doing this? The plan was to go to war with the Mongol client kingdom, and to exact from the Khan the release of the Jews he held, but something told me this was a...
My bag hits the floor, smacking down on the wooden tiles, and I close the door gently behind me. I sag, with my back sliding down the door, my hands behind me, until I'm crouched as though sitting on a chair. My eyes are closed, and I'm trying desperately to calm my breathing. "Hey." I start upright, my thudding heart adding to the confusion. "Oh. Hi honey...
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...