The shower water at the Shady Inn washes away the past two hours of lovemaking. Loren rests a hand on Devon's shoulder for balance. The short stump of her left leg moves slightly. Older than his mother and married, she has anxiously been meeting him every Friday for six weeks. They met by chance at the long row of mailboxes in the neighborhood. Her age attr...
CHAPTER 12 Anticipating another dry summer in 1979, hinted by abnormal wind direction patterns, and with his commercial investments and ambitions decreasing his interest in farming, Matt has his entire extended Faraway farming property re-surveyed and put up for sale apart from 2000 acres of the original Strathmore Farm on the valley floor and upper terrace...
I tried to close my eyes against the sunlight glaring through my bedroom window, but it was no use. It cut through my eyelids like a laser beam, making me pull the blankets further over my head. Normally, I don't have a problem with mornings. But then again, normally, I don't go out and get plastered the night before either. A once every few months thing, I...
Once again, I'd like to give a huge thanks to rnebular for again taking the time to edit and make suggestions to improve the story. Just a warning that this story has some disturbing content and someone dies -- I promised to give warning after "Dueling" caught people off-guard. The 'insect incident' is inspired by actual events -- at least a local event that...
I turned on the porch light and looked through the peep hole at who was ringing the doorbell at this hour. I immediately started laughing when I saw a man in a wheelchair and a tall woman, topless and with large breasts sitting with him. I unlocked the door and in rolled Dr. Jack and his wife April. They were both laughing also and asked if all the fun was o...
All That Glitters -- Ch 17 Pirates! Again, damn it! Things are coming to a head, no not the navy head, a head of steam. Because of the amount of abbreviations in this story, I include a glossary. By popular request, this has been moved to the end of the chapter. There is little attempt to explain the back story, so it is necessary to read previous chapte...
Strolling through the back streets of Bangkok and looking at the women - prostitutes or not - leaves me with a need and on fire. I see an older woman on a single crutch with a single leg. Of course, older is relative. She seems pretty, but the morning hides much. The dress is short and the lone leg nice, the other hidden somewhere, maybe it ends near her hi...
*Disclaimer: Any and all persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age or older. Chapter 5 Cris ignored the 'Thank You' card that Hank sent, thanking him for the flowers. He had not sent any flowers and figured the man was trying, quite unsuccessfully, to make him feel guilty for the omission. He remembered the quite cheap floral...
Ashlasha, the tree of the grand banquet hall. It is the place where anyone may come to feast within its loving trunk or bathe in the sunlight on the canopy treetops. Young or old, impoverished or affluent, everyone climbs its roots to enjoy meals made from nature's wealth. It's where people come to celebrate, and where I go to work. Today, however, the hall...
I don't know where Ceridwen came from. I think she's a melange of the tired city girls you see every day on the London commute. Our city is hard and jagged, and those of us lucky enough to have someone should be glad; too many people here are alone. -- I was tired and cold. The Victoria line platform at Vauxhall was busy and I clasped my violin case to...