In my bedroom, I still insist on a corded landline, even if it's an extension. (Such old-fashioned terms...) The rest of the House thinks it's due to my preparedness paranoia - "the phone company maintains power, even when the main lines go down," I said once - but really? It's for intimate conversations. When holding on to a little rectangle just won't do....
I want to be snowed in with you for an entire night. We are alone. The roads are impassable, no possible way to escape, it's -22 so even on foot isn't a choice. I'm a little scared, unsure exactly how far you will push me. My excitement overrides my fear as I walk into the house. It's dark and I can't see you but I know you're there. I turn to close the door...
I felt my beloved husband of five years roll over in bed. I knew what came next; stretching and farting. I smiled softly; pretending to still be asleep. He would sit on the side of our bed for a moment before rising to get ready for another long day at work; leaving me and the baby to sleep away the pre-dawn hours. But this morning, the routine was broken...
It was just after last New Years when she had finally decided to go on one of the online dating sights. Her sister had been encouraging her for several years to do it. The first one she tried sucked her right in. It was a blast shopping for guys. But after almost a whole year nothing had even come close to the kind of attraction she had hoped to feel for som...
"Oh fuck me!" I said as I slapped my forehead. "Did you read this?" I pointed at my laptop. About 20 minutes ago, we had received a company wide email titled "SNOW EMERGENCY." All business was cancelled for the day. "What? No!" Heather said. "I can't believe it!" It was certainly odd. I figured there was absolutely nothing that would ever shut the whole c...
PART SEVEN: By Dawn's Early Light Jane Matthews eyes opened and she yawned. Light flooded through the thin gauze at the bedroom window. She arose, naked and pulled the long black sheared beaver coat from the bed and placed it over her shoulders. She took the last cigarette from the pack that she and Ruth Mears had worked their way through, and lit it at the...
It was a decent Christmas party, lots of people, laughing, drinks flowing, good food. The music wasn't bad, but at some point it was just too much... too loud, too hot, too many people. I set my drink down carefully, maybe I'd had enough. I needed some air. I looked for him while I walked through the crowd, trying to find a door that would let me escape into...
Here is another fiction offering for my readers, all the while I await (while searching for) my next REAL encounter. This IS a real story EXCEPT for the sex...unfortunately there was none, but did come close. anyone familiar with my writing by now knows that I don't beat around the bush too much. I try to entertain as well as getting to the point, whether it...
This is the final "relationships" segment. After this chapter the story focuses on the struggle against Rotkoff. Chapter fourteen - Denise and Andy as reported by Laura. May 1956. After our engagement party, Philip and I did not see Denise for several weeks. We had plenty to keep us busy. Philip was snowed under with reading and research as great chu...
Adam stared bleakly out the frosted window, seething at the white expanse preventing him from driving back into the city and getting back to work. He tapped his fingers impatiently on the glass. It was the Saturday before Christmas and Adam had hoped to put in a few hours over the weekend before the mandatory three-day holiday break at the advertising agency...