A woman's bad boy marriage can lead to bad men "Honey, you need to drop those berries on top of the cakes before you flip them rather than stir them in the mix. It will make for a better plate when those ornery customers bite into them plus they cook better that way." If anybody knew what she was talking about in this little diner it was Carole, an always...
Woodrow Anderson (known by many as Woody) walked out of his employer's Ft. Worth, Texas offices at one pm after he had been given a promotion to assistant team leader. At 26 years old, he was the youngest employee to be promoted to that position in the company's 110 year history. He was given the afternoon off to pack and report to their Denver headquarters...
I must give credit to my editor SlaveGirl70. She was a vital contributor to this story, and corrected many blunders on the part of the author. I can't thank her enough. Daunti ***** On The Road Again An Exercise in Middle Aged Fantasy Tim had been driving alone for nearly six hours. He'd stopped for gas and a cup of coffee about thirty minutes ago,...
Pamela had already made the picnic and packed it into a wicker basket when the boys arrived. She'd cleaned the kitchen as well, been a thorough little domestic goddess with her mom and dad away for the week. And finally she had changed from jogging pants and T-shirt into her costume. Nothing outlandish, just a simple white-muslin dress and sandals, and then...
She didn't move. She was the quiet eye of a swirling storm. The low afternoon sun diffused her slim silhouette, creating a halo around her hair. She wore a dark business jacket over a tight skirt that left her knees and calves free to run all the way down to her heeled pumps. The sun made elongated shadows run away from her feet; they seemed to extend her...
Sydney I. Drift. "Did you call him yet?" "No." "Oh my God, Sydney, call him!" "No!" Tess huffed impatiently on the other end of the line and not one part of me cared. "He broke up with me, I think. If anyone is crawling back to someone it's he to me. Or something. You know what I mean." "I actually don't, because you've turned into a crazy person...
Preface: Though this story is about a battered spouse, I in no way condone or excuse that type of behavior. So please don't assume I'm sick just because I've written a sick tale. So let's go. The Battered Spouse By Jedd Clampett My name is Travis Stannard. I'm just a regular normal type of guy. I'm a gentle man, I'm quiet, always been sort of shy. I do...
Starbars, Choco'Lites, and Marathon bars all decorated the tray. Dick Parker moseyed on back into Room 138, bringing with him a plentiful amount of goodies. The girls all rushed over to the sugar-filled delights, picking out their favorites. They thanked Richard for the treats. He had also been able to find 10 or so cans of Tab. Some of the girls took o...
I wish to thank my amazing team. Girlinthemoon, Norafares, Hal, Pixel the Cat, and GeorgeAnderson. Harddaysknight is my mentor and gives me critical review. Sbrooks103x also gives me a pre-post read and I'm very grateful. My team is the best in the business and I love you all. Author's Note: My friend, Oshaw has written a story called "Grief" that left me a...
WEEK FIVE – TAKING RISKS I wish that I could say that my erotic experience with Mr. C had changed me into a new woman. I would have loved to wake up on Monday morning and see the reflection of a sensual femme fatale peering back at me. Then I would happily prance off to my temp job at the latest corporate prison, prepared to give sassy attitude to all of th...