Note: Wow. I received a lot of positive feedback concerning this story. Things have definitely changed for Ted in his old hometown. Now as he begins his bank manager job he will find out that not everything is so wonderful. Read Chapter one to get up to speed. All rights reserved. * Ted dropped Ellen off in front of her house so he wouldn't face Dawn or ev...
I drove the angels down the eastern seaboard in my Ferrari. Well, it was actually my late uncles Ferrari, but since he was dead and had left everything to me it was now mine. We stopped in Miami and took a puddle jumper across the Key Islands. Early the next day, the angels and I made our way down a crowded beach toward a small dock. We had all four just re...
**************************** AUTHOR'S NOTE: I never really intended any of the sketches to turn into a series... but here we are. Something about the characters is too much fun to let go. Like the last "Beads & Pearls" installment, this episode follows the same couple getting down during Mardi Gras. It's not necessary to read the others first, but it helps...
The way it worked in that beautiful, implacably impractical old building, was that the filing room that her shitty company rented was down in the second sub-basement. When her boss handed her another fat sheaf of documents for filing Laney had to cross the whole fifth floor to get to the tiny, battered old service elevator and wait in the claustrophobic litt...
[AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the continuation of "Love Me Tomorrow", the morning after Randy and Rachel made love. To get the full story, read "Tramps Like Us" and "Love Me Tomorrow". I sincerely hope you enjoy this one too! Italicized dialog preceded with an asterisk denotes subtitled speech as, again; I know only a smattering of words in Korean.] It was the f...
Ok well I am actually doing this entire story over. After reading the comments, getting discouraged and quitting all together, I've decided to give it one more chance. I've took every comment, negative and positive and made changes. I figured out my problem. I know what I want to say but I'm trying to get it all out at once, making the story seem jumpy. My m...
She dreamt of the ocean: impossibly wide, warm and placid. She floated along its surface — sea, sky and sun were the whole world. The gentle susurrations of the swells calmed her, rocked her, rejuvenated her. The elements were her dream's symbols for the peace and contentment that filled her. Consciousness found her at 7:05. She woke, slid silently out of...
I awoke slowly, reaching for that moment when waking and sleeping cross over and the waking part is the more prominent. It was very quiet throughout the neighbourhood and it seemed almost that I was the only one there. Not a sound. I rolled over luxuriously and had a look at the clock. 9:15am. I had slept in again. I rolled back onto my back and staring un...
I was looking for a favorite t-shirt of mine one evening while my wife was at work, and when I pulled out the bottom drawer of the dresser in our guest bedroom it came off its track. I pulled it all the way out to see about getting it lined up again and saw there was a green hardcover log book, along with a bundle of letters that had been lying under the dra...
My name is Todd Mitchell, and I'm a man-slut. You could say that I'm addicted to sex, but that would be like saying I'm addicted to air. I merely need sex to live. Sex is what I do, and I do it as often as possible, with as many women as possible. You might think that I have some, deep-seated, relationship issues. Probably. It isn't that I don't love and r...