She felt the warmth of his look down his spine. But she was totally and currently available for the men to take advantage of her. She was at her utmost alliance to learn everything about his sex game. It was turning into a new philosophy, surely, and she suppressed a shiver of sexual awareness coming on. I was always thinking but in a fruitful lip way. I was...
He was writhing, but not in a good way. Floundering was more accurate, desperately drowning in front of her as she gave a muted smile, looking away from him with pity laden in her sparkling blue eyes. "Ahh, yes," he mumbled for no reason as the waiter took their empty dinner plates from them, and he wiped his suit for the umpteenth time. They hummed in the...
Old Mr Postlethwaite's choice for Henry, of all people, to accompany him to lunch was met with some consternation by the young men at the office. Henry didn't work any harder than anyone else, they felt. He was certainly not smarter than Frank, for instance, or Malcolm, or even William. Then why did Mr Postlethwaite, the man they'd all wanted as their mentor...
It ran in the New York Times on May 10th 2008 in a short, but touching article and although it was over a week late and I discovered the article in a literary blog, the title: "Elaine Dundy, Author of 'The Dud Avocado' is dead at 86," I was shocked and saddened. Elaine Dundy actually died on May 1st from a heart attack only a few weeks after I had read the b...
She picked up the paring knife, the reflection of the light off the bright silver blade catching her eye. In front of her was a grape, a purple grape. She pushed the tip of the knife into the grape until it pierced the skin, juice trickling out through the gash. Slowly and assuredly, like a surgeon making an incision, she sliced the grape in half, the two ha...
Note: This story continues the adventures of Dan from Bad Influences. Both stories work independently from each other, and you are welcome to start with either one. “Do you want to finish my sandwich?” Victoria asked me. I did. I really did. “No.” Her eyes narrowed. With her high cheekbones she looked even cuter. “Why not?” “Because you need your energy,”...
For the second night in a row, I slept the sleep of the dead. For the second morning in a row, I woke to the aroma of coffee, and another I hadn't for a very long time. Bacon. "Good morning, Evaline." Andrew held a bed breakfast tray and walked to the side of the bed. He stood there until I pushed up to sit in the bed. He settled the tray over my legs, an...
The story goes back, years ago... I used to be a youngster, slim and full of energy, having a very nice and good looking girlfriend, who now so happens to be my wife. I used to love her, she used to love me, and God has decided to let us be in this stage until nowadays... We have a word here, where I live: A woman fit to be a wife is to be a lady on the s...
(Author's note: This story is an entry into the third Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story will be kept secret until Wednesday, November 20, 2013, when the author will be revealed in the comments section following this story. There are no prizes awarded during FAWC; this is simply a friendly competition.) (Inspiration f...
I woke up from a long lazy nap, the sunlight dancing over my toes as the shadows lengthened in the coming afternoon. My eyes still closed, I felt deep in la-la land as I became aware of strong, furry arms around me. I took a deep breath and stayed still, unable to fully pull myself out of my reverie. I knew I was on my favorite nudie beach, I knew there we...