***Authors Note: Thank you for the feedback and the encouragement. Ella's journey continues at more length... *** Pretending she had a phone call, Ella stepped away from the entrance to the bar. She figured she had 4-5 minutes to compose herself. The ad she had posted was by far the craziest thing she had ever done. This meeting was purely about sex- and lo...
What day is it?" the man asked in passable Spanish. "Sabado," the young boy cleaning his windshield said with a laugh. Saturday. Lee had been on the road for 7 days if his hung over brain was working correctly. The week was a blur of driving and drinking himself into a stupor nightly. Lee had been traveling alone and well off the tourist path. The whole s...
Classical music played in the background, soft and slow but audible between the clinking of glasses and the casual chatter of the attendees. Men dressed in suits mingled with those dressed more casually, yet no one looked anything but professional. There wasn't a single outfit worn that cost less than ten thousand dollars, from the shoes to the pants to the...
Jesse's college ran summer programs at several locations around the country. One was in a large city on the coast where his Aunt Christiana lived. Both Jesse's home and his college were in small towns in the middle of the country. During spring break, he was spending a week at her place to see whether he wanted to live an entire summer in a large metropolis....
Author's Note: This story is set in the 1930's before Vatican II. It is a love story between a Roman Catholic priest and a woman he comes to love while he was in Rome, Italy. If this type of story offends you, read no further. If you like a love story, then enjoy. Thanks to my best friend and soul sister for all your help. Rita Remembers Chapter 1 Mrs. Ri...
As a child, for Halloween I always wore some off-the-shelf costume from the five-and-dime. During my junior year of college, such a chintzy costume wasn't suitable for the Halloween party my housemate and I were going to host. The 70s, the decade of the streaker, had just expired and I considered attending the party wearing nothing but running shoes and a sm...
With her heart beating loudly in her ears, all other sounds seem like a muted echo resounding from some far off distance. Gazing out the window, looking, but not really seeing, she focuses on the small insect pillowed against the glass. Hearing the creaking of the taps as her husband finishes his shower, Kim glances over at the clock; the second hand seeming...
DISCLAIMER - All people and events described in this story are fictional, and any similarity to real people living or dead is entirely coincidental. Any characters involved in sexual situations and voyeurism are 18-years-old and over. I intend to write most of my stories in the past, and this one takes place in 1993. I hope you enjoy it. ***** STEVE COLLI...
We talk a lot. We talk on the phone. We send email. We stay up late chatting. Best of all, our topics cover everything. It is so refreshing to find a conversationalist who also has something interesting to say. We all know, there are many people who love to talk but never about anything you want to hear. Not the case here, which is a very good thing. My boyf...
Scarlett Kushchenko rubbed lotion over her long, sleek legs, pausing and smiling at the birthmark -- shaped like a phallus -- on the front of her left thigh. Not that she needed any help, but she was sure that birthmark facilitated her getting laid at least a dozen times. She stopped lotion application once again to inspect her rose-and-briars right ankle...