This is the third and last of the "Letters from the Attic" series. I hope you enjoy it. Jill stood in front of the bathroom mirror, turned, and posed. She didn't think of it as posing, more like an extensive visual check-up. She liked what she saw, finally. She was in the best shape she'd been in years. The tiny white thong she wore was beautiful. It was a...
I was sitting at my desk fighting to stay awake when the loud thud of another falling stack of manila folders snapped me to full consciousness. It took me a second to remember precisely where I was, and when the realization hit I sighed bitterly in the back of my throat. "Everything o.k. Mr. Moran?" The pimply face of our summer intern, James, filled my vi...
Jacob walked from the site of Lawrence's death with slow but deliberate steps to the warden's building. He knew that he was still there because he could see him looking out of the window as he approached the building. He felt no fear as he approached the building. He had been granted the only thing that he had wanted since his family died- the death of the m...
Note to the reader: I wanted to thank everyone for reading my story. I have received many comments and I appreciate both good and the constructive comments. I would like to address some of the comments directly. 1. During the course of this story and my previous one I have received comments concerning my grammar. I am the first to admit I did poorly in Eng...
Many stories have been written about cheating wives and the revenge of their husbands. This tale follows the usual format and utilizes many of the related plot features of other writers. For those looking for a totally dehumanized ending for the wife; this story is not for you. I've tried to recognize the necessity for love where a marriage and children are...
[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, it may or may not totally conform to reality, All locations, events, and characters are fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.] ***** GETTING READY...
Trisha and I had been together for almost twenty years - sixteen of them married. At thirty-eight she had put on an extra pound or two, but then three kids can do that to you. Those extra pounds didn't matter to me because as far as I was concerned those pounds were in all the right places and Trish was still the sexiest woman I'd ever seen. Besides, who was...
(Again, I originally published this story under the name of NewForester, but I now write under the name of Rockycoveboy. I hope you enjoy the story second time around.) ***** Rabat, the capital of Morocco, situated on the north-western coast of Africa. Its teeming streets, its hot climate, miles and miles of sand, and Atlantic waters, making it a wonderful...
It was a windy day the kind that would have been great weather for kite flying, and Randall Taft greatly wished he was doing that very thing instead of sitting in another boring lecture. His parents had given him an ultimatum recently that he either get a full-time job or go back to school and he had chosen what he saw as the lesser of the two evils. What he...
This is the fourth of six chapters. A new man in Marva's life means she must make a choice. This is a long story, broken down into six chapters. If you would like to read the other chapters, click on my ID above. Enjoy, 2Xwidderwoman * The next date Marva has with Richard, he suggests they go to his apartment after dinner, but Marva reminds him that she ha...