Thank you to my beautiful editor AccentsNTatoos, without her this would be impossible to read. This is just a prologue, so I appreciate your feedback and opinions. Shira did not see herself as overly sexy, enticingly beautiful or even cute. She didn't have low self esteem though, quite the opposite really. She was told on more than one occasion how much of...
When the elevator doors slid open at the 17th floor, Kitty was smoothing out her dress and I was just slipping my handkerchief back into my pocket after wiping my face with it. Her face was flushed as we sidestepped between an older man and his wife, and I still had somewhat of a bulge in my jeans. I hoped it didn't show, but then, fuck it, I thought, we're...
September 10, 2001. "Joe’s Bar" "Set them up Joe. I’ve got a little story that you ought to know. I’ve got a tiger by the tail. She is a man eater for sure. Hey Man, don’t give me that funny look. You know the woman. She is in here three days a week. Drinks like a fish. She just walked out with those two guys." "You mean, Sue Ellen? All the guys ask me wh...
"M...m....Melons..." My stammered exclamation hung there in the laundry room as the young woman and I stared at each other. I could not for the life of me recall her real name. She was, after all, not my son's girlfriend. If anything, she was a hanger-on, an occasional presence drinking beer or occupying a lawn chair while the boys worked on trucks. All th...
Abigail kicked the autumn leaves at her feet like a child. The wind swirled between the tall concrete buildings and rustled the branches of the now skeletal trees in the quad. Abigail drew her heavy woolen jacket around her and turned her back to the wind. She considered sitting on the wooden bench, haphazardly placed and seldom used, but instead continued h...
This is a true story about the first time I met the most amazing man. After we met, we had a long term affair for almost two years, some of the happiest times of my life. Batman, as promised, this is for you. The year I turned 30, I met the man I was going to marry. For various reasons I was desperate to get hitched and make babies. I chose badly. Fast forw...
Please note: All characters in this story are of legal age. Whenever I hear the word 'motherfucker' I think of Ronnie Drury. Five years older than me he was the guy we younger guys all looked up to without ever really knowing why. Big physically, athletic, and brash in the way he talked, he was the antithesis of me. I was a nerd before the term was f...
There was a knock on the door. I was sitting on my couch in my sweatpants, eating chocolate chip muffins. The dog was drooling on my knee. No one else was home, the lights were off and Jerry had just managed to outsmart Tom once again against a backdrop of classical music, their shadows dancing against the wall. Great, just great, I thought, why was it t...
This is one of several extra "mini stories" that are supplements to the Beach House series. Some of these will be elements of the story that I had in my head as I was writing a particular chapter, but which were left out because I couldn't fit them in or they didn't lend themselves to the first-person narration of the story. Others will be side stories that...
The Second of the Three Spirits I groaned and stretched. My head felt like a pumpkin, someone had emptied a bird cage in my mouth, and my eyes felt like they'd been lovingly sandpapered. Note to self: sex with ghosts has a definite downside. I padded to the bathroom to - well, hell, we all know why. Having done so, I turned to the mirror, wondering if I l...