It was a warm evening, the temperature in the low 80s. An occasional breeze wafted through the window causing the curtains to flutter sporadically. The kitchen clock, mounted on the opposite wall, ticked the minutes away, sounding loud in the stillness of the room. Ken Weber noticed neither the breeze nor the clock, his thoughts were inward, confused, angr...
My Dearest Darla, It was the night of the Christmas dance for the university department in which I taught. You were a graduate student in one of my classes. The dance was in the ballroom at the hotel. It was a blustery, snowy night, so turnout was smaller than expected, and by the time things were beginning to wear down, only about a dozen or so couples wer...
Frolicon is held in Atlanta every year. This is a semi fiction account of what happened there...if you ask real nice, maybe I will tell you what happened, what is made up, and the bit of both. It is geeky, and kinky, and as sex positive as you can get. Check them out. ***** After a stressful ride made better by good company and flirtatious banter, you fina...
In the Beginning...... The bright winter sun streamed through the windshield bathing her in its soft warmth. The two hours that they had been driving took their toll on her and she was nearly drifting off to sleep in the sun. She looked over at him and smiled to herself; he seems nice enough and she HAD been talking with him for months now on the Internet....
Bad Work Day - The Jewellery Store Hector Brown hated working on Sundays. As the store manager for a downtown jewellery branch, Sundays were almost dreadful. Not a soul would be found on the streets; the religious would be in church and the rest would be anywhere but here, enjoying all the benefits a warm summer day could deliver. And today just happened to...
Hours later, long after the sun had gone down, James slipped from the bed, pulling on some pants and walking downstairs with Cappy following. The two wandered onto the porch, where James scooped him up and sat down with the puppy on his lap. He looked up at the bright stars twinkling down at him, and sighed. "Think I'm ready to be a dad, short stuff?" He l...
I wasn't surprised when I saw his Secretary run out of his office in floods of tears, he had lost his touch the moment his wife served him with divorce papers. Still, I was disappointed, this one had shown some promise, if only he was more subtle in his approach. We had boarded together and later went on to the same University; it was only natural that onc...
More than a year on from his wife's premature death, Julian found himself increasingly thinking about sex. Adventurous though they had once been, during the later stages of their marriage, and especially during the last months of Joyce's illness, sexual activity had dwindled virtually to nothing. Julian had learned to go without, to put the idea out of his m...
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The last five years hadn't been easy for Sydney. With an infirm wife that needed practically all round care it wouldn't be. Not that he begrudged her that. It wasn't her fault. She'd been a good wife to him and so helping her in her needs wasn't a problem. The problem, if it is a problem, was that he is lonely. Sydney Thompson is sixty eight, his wife, Dor...