Sex just keeps getting better. That is not to say that it isn’t true what they say about old age not being for sissies, it just means that along with all the aches, pains and blown joints, there are compensations for those who keep working on their relationships. On personal terms, I mean the sexual relationship between my wife, Honey, and me. I can honestly...
APARTMENT 102 A downtown lake front apartment building built in the 1950's- modern architecture and a sleek interior 'noir art deco' design. Doris lived in apartment 102. It was seven o'clock and the day was done. She entered her apartment and went right to the bedroom to change out of her business suit. It had been a long day for the 40-year-old mover and...
I got this story from someone else. I worked on it and styled it around a bit. See if you like it. As usual with my stuff, you gotta have some humor, or just forget it. * Prologue: His mom and dad were there to see him off. It was nice for once to have someone accompany him to the airport. Usually, no one else bothered, coz they assumed Megan would be t...
Jake Monroe opened the door to the three bedroom rambler in a very good mood. The painting he had been working on was finally finished and just in time for his wife's upcoming birthday. He felt like celebrating for it had taken him over three months of continuous effort to get it perfect. After all, he had thought to himself, it was for Mary and nothing was...
Dear Readers: I researched the witchcraft aspect, and some of what I've written is factual. Other things, I have tweaked a little to suit my purpose. Please don't judge me if you read something that rings untrue. I'm just a writer, and that's what we do. Enjoy! * A bell on the front door jangled as the girls walked through. Best friends for years, Morgan...
Part I. Prologue Sara jumped up from her seat as Jack slammed the phone down. Interrupted from her otherwise ordinary afternoon magazine reading, she instinctively turned around and asked him what happened. She saw Jack’s face all red. “That stupid brother of mine is trying to hit me for money. He is broke and the bank is threatening to foreclose his house...
I moved to Nevada recently and had finally settled in after a week of sorting through boxes and assorted tasks. My new neighborhood was quiet and stable with most of the residents being fairly well to do families. During my second week in my new home, I found a note in my mailbox inviting me to a barbeque at the house across the street on Friday night. I ar...
Author's Note: Hi all! Here's a super-quick, fun stroke piece I wrote a couple months back. I never originally intended to put this up, but eh? Why not. There's only a hair-thin premise as prelude to the down & dirty, so if you want a whole crazy plot, this may not be the submission for you. I wrote this in one sitting, and it's never seen an editor so ... t...
Jeanie and I were lying like spoons on top of her king sized bed in the cool Georgia evening. Garth Brook's 'The Dance' was playing on country radio and we were enjoying the delicious caress of our bodies against each other. She wore a loose caftan and I had on a long tee shirt and nothing else. My face was nestled in the back of her neck and my hand was idl...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I got the idea for this story while watching the US Open in tennis and reading about a Milos Raonic interview (you can Google it or find it on Youtube, it really did happen as described in the story). I wanted this just to be a fun romp of a story, I hope you agree with that assessment. Please enjoy. * Ana Ivanovic strode through the player...