My apologies to Troubador. I wrote this story several years ago before I read his similar story. His is much better than mine, so please read it. ***** "How far is Sally going to take this", Bill thought to himself as he watched the TV in his bedroom. He pulled again at the handcuffs and leg restraints that kept him spread-eagled on his bed. The door to t...
Perhaps I should preface this chapter by telling you that the early chapters in this saga took placed back in the early 80's before we had ever heard of HIV or Aids. Yes, my spouse is a slut, of that there is no denying, but we went to great lengths to shelter our kids (and Gigi's mom) from the steamer side of our life. Also, for Mr. Anonymous's moving conce...
"No man but a blockhead ever wrote, except for money." Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) Once again I find myself in the position of being a mere scribe, presenting a story which I purchased with three very expensive drinks at an airport bar. I never met the protagonist before nor do I know his real name. There was something in his eye that said not to ask too m...
(This continues a story first written by Capecodmercury. He left his tale open ended and suggested a continuation by anyone who wanted to take a shot at it. His story intrigued me and I asked his permission to continue it. I have also left my tale open ended and would be curious to see how another would pick up this thread. I do suggest that you read his fir...
Authors note: In this part Jim and Nadia try to figure out what went wrong. Also all the changes that have taken place in their lives in the last three years. But most importantly, can they relight the fire in their relationship or has too much time, pain and heartache destroyed what they once had together? I thought I had posted the ending. Guess not. Sorr...
Thank you to A.S. for helping me edit this story. *** I am a female Disk Jockey, a DJ, who has a great job playing some of the best rock music on the planet with my co-host Christina; we work the evening show from nine to midnight every weeknight. Not to sound full of myself, but we have one of the best shows in that time slot in the local area. The studi...
Megan Wells was used to the stares. Sometimes she ignored them, sometimes she acknowledged them. Other days-like this one-she would tease the man without giving him the satisfaction of knowing that she knew. It was part of her makeup, as an attorney, to always be in control. She let the short, brown hair on the side of her head facing the man conceal her ey...
My mind was already revisiting the analysis and documentation for the project I had recently completed as I drove to work. I knew that I would be meeting with some of the higher-levels of management to discuss the overall study and conclusions. I arrived at the office after a 25 minute drive, continuing to consider all the possible angles that could be taken...
What a day, what a lousy awful day. I was exhausted. I love my job; I really do but today was horrible. I am an administrative assistant to the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. I work on the 35th floor of a high-rise building in downtown Atlanta, GA. I've been with this company for 6 years and even have a gorgeous corner office. As I said I love my job, most da...
Lately Cheryl had felt so frustrated. Her roommate had moved out to get married, leaving her alone in the apartment - and to handle the rent all by herself. Her job had seemed promising at first - and she still really liked it, especially her boss - but she'd been passed over for promotions more than once despite glowing performance reviews. As she sat at h...