After a hard night at work, the last thing I wanted to do was to go to the grocery store. But, after the kids knocked at the door for the third time saying that there was nothing to eat, I knew I had to brave the elements. With lots of grumbling and groaning, I finally rolled out of the bed. The sun, that cruel orb, had the nerve to be shining directly int...
As I left the bus and walked across the parking lot, my little cell phone trilled. I fished it from my little back-pack purse and thumbed the answer button with my thumbnail. "May I speak with Charli Vargas?" said a polite, stiff voice. "This is she," I responded. "I would like to inform you," the voice replied, "that we have received your gallery submiss...
This will be the first in a series of installments chronicling the adventures of Dedrick and Bridgette “Wanda Woman” Harris. If demand is there, I’ll definitely go deeper into their story. I hope you enjoy! * It wakes him up every morning at 4am. But, unlike an alarm clock, he can’t continue to hit snooze for thirty additional minutes. For once he is awar...
The air conditioning provided a much-needed relief from the blistering heat outside, as the car powered down the highway. The sun was due to set in a couple of hours, at which point the temperature would become bearable once more. But for now, in the midst of a heatwave, the best place to be was inside the cool car, with music tinkling in the background, pro...
"Your chakras need realigned." Walter turned around from his seat at the hotel bar. He was taken aback by the woman before him. She was small, but exuded an energy that felt like electricity humming behind a power plant fence. She wore some sort of crystal around her neck on a hemp cord and either a pewter or turquoise ring on each finger. She was dressed l...
I knock on the door and wait for her to answer. I know what I have to do as I look at my watch. I have approximately an hour before my clients come over. She answers, confused, "Can I help you?" "Mrs. Kelly?" I ask already knowing the answer. "Yes," she says. "What can I do for you?" "It's not what you can do for me, but what I can do for you," I smile, u...
Part one This is part of our continuing story of a joint sexual exploration, based largely on factual experiences and personal fantasies, and embellished slightly to hopefully enhance the reader’s enjoyment. I have written about Anne’s account of her first lesbian encounter when she was a teenager, which was based on an actual event. This is the story of ou...
Sara was a woman of her times, productive and overloaded. She had become so many things, but overwhelmed, more and more, was what she felt each day. To her any extra free time, seemed to be taken over by even more urgent things. Finding time for herself had been neglected for so long. She could almost guarantee me time, didn't just happen. How could it? With...
"Are you feeling stressed?" "Yes," I muttered to the screen. "Is life getting on top of you?" "Yes again," I sighed. "Well I can help you – with a spiritually uplifting Aromatherapy massage." "Why not?" I asked myself, looking at the screen again before reading on. "Provided by a fully qualified Masseuse ...." "Just what I need," I told myself...
Helping out a Friend My good friend Tina was going away to Spain for 2 weeks. She had recently met a new boyfriend, Rob, and it looked like it might be love. We had spent a lot of time going out and having fun in our late teens and early twenties, but work and occasional boyfriends now meant we only saw each other a couple of times per week. But we were ve...