The drive home had not been a pleasant one. It wasn't even the traffic. It had been a long week. Erik had spent so much overtime that I'd barely been able to see him. Well, that wasn't quite true. He came home at a "normal" hour on Tuesday, but he spent all night on the phone, working on the computer. On Wednesday I tried to just let him know I missed my hus...
Make sure you vote or leave me a message. Enjoy! ******* We decided to create the "club" when we were freshman in college. You really can't call it a club; we don't have meetings or anything, no special handshake, or even a place where we really meet. Anyway, we call ourselves The Virginators. Yeah, it's corny sounding, but that's what we are. No, we don'...
Ch. I: Murder in 33-B "Damn it Ray, you know I'm good for the money. It's not like I'm asking for a great deal of cash, just a few G's to get Roscoe off my back." Joe, barked into the phone. Joe was silent as the person on the other end of the phone line spoke. After a few seconds, Joe's face turned ugly before slamming the phone back on the hook. "Damn tha...
*Dear loves, I'm very sorry I haven't updated in forever. =( I hope this next chapter helps in earning your forgiveness. I'm having trouble writing everything lately, just missing that spark. But, I'll work on Chapter 6 as well as I can, and try to get it to you asap. Kisses, Almostluver* Halfway through the night, Scarlet awoke, tangled in Donovan's arms....
My wife works for a group of doctors and makes good money. They pay her a six figure salary to rule with an iron hand and keep their practice in order and she does. I on the other hand work for her father's janitorial business making $7.00 an hour. Her father took pity on me when I couldn't find work anywhere and hired me. I hate the work, it's so demeaning...
It has been quite a while since I had last seen Taylor. When we last parted she was setting off her Reputation Tour, and was leaving for several months. We both knew it was going to be this way, but that didn't make it any easier. When she left we talked about how long she'd be away for, and how deprived we'd be. Deprived sexually that i, but we knew that o...
Paris, France February, 1915 It was cold, bitterly cold, as I turned up the collar of my overcoat and walked out of the embassy into the gathering gloom of the late afternoon. On impulse, I decided to turn down the little side street that was so familiar and visit Marcel's again. I hadn't been there since my return to France a few weeks earlier, and I fou...
To: Kim From: Jack RE:A long overdue fantasy. I am walking towards the door to your room, hoping to surprise you. Suddenly, I think I hear you call my name. I stop and listen for a second when I hear a groaning sound. Curious, I softly edge to the door. I know I should knock but can't resist gently pushing it open an inch to peek in. I don't have to worry...
*The very best casts a shadow on all that comes after* (Ten Months Later) Christmas was fast approaching when my doorbell rang. Debra, now my fiancée, told me to go get it because she was busy in the kitchen. I opened it up and on the door stoop was Tamara with a baby carrier. "Hi," she said. "Hey Tamara," I responded somewhat surprised. She hoisted the...
She breathed a puff of smoke into the winter air, cursing the wind when it swirled around her to blow up the short train of her coat. As always, she was dressed for work: a white ruffled blouse tucked underneath a tight black skirt that reached just below her knees. Her thin, nylon tights were nearly black, making her legs look soft and very long, as she cla...