The hotel bar was packed with college football fans. They were screaming at the bank of televisions hung on the far wall. Florida State was playing Clemson and by the sounds of the crowd, they were losing. I had no interest in the game. I was waiting for someone. Looking in the mirror behind the bar I watched her approach. The look on her face told me she...
Readers, this story is a continuation of my previous story Uncle Dave: my favourite babysitter. Enjoy. I look forward to your feedback. * Travelling home on the train, deep in thought... It's coming up so quickly. My wedding day that is. In 2 weeks I'll be walking down the aisle in my beautiful dress. All the arrangements are in place, now I'm just waitin...
I glanced around the church while I waited for my father, Joseph Anderson, to escort me down the aisle. I saw the man, Rick Jameson, I loved enough to marry standing at the altar with the biggest smile on his face and his brother, Rob, and best man beside him with his own smile. I saw my sister, Brenda, and maid of honor standing on my side with an expressio...
At first, Davina was very protective about the diaries, in fact when she found them, she would not even let me look at them at all. I just knew that a pile of notebooks were Carol's Diaries. Davina and I had a major argument about Carol's privacy and keeping my memories. John and Maggie, my other two children thought that it was up to me to do what I wanted....
Last Saturday was an unusual day as we'd been invited to a lunchtime wedding, and then to the evening function at a lovely country house hotel, but weren't invited to the main reception after the service as that was for family and close friends. That suited us, as we'd have the afternoon to ourselves. We spent the morning making love, bathing and getting tog...
(Is this all true? All Fantasy? Or a mixture of the two?) After several years of marriage, things had begun to get just a bit dull, not really boring, but in need of a little spicing up. We had experimented with just about everything, from swapping mates to exhibitionism to dating. Hell, we even went to Nevada and spent a week at a brothel; made a bunch of...
Despite the many years since I had last felt that touch, I knew instantly that it was Traci's hand resting on my upper arm as she came around from behind me and sat down next to me at the table. Up until then I had been sitting alone at the groom's family table at the wedding reception for my oldest grandson, married earlier that day. I had slipped in to t...
James stood by the side of the bed and reached out for Helen’s hand. She laughed and curled her fingers around his, pulling her nearer. Helen’s lips were parted and she poked her tongue out cheekily, grinning in her usual uninhibited way. James could barely believe that this blithe nymph was the serious, reserved teacher he had met as he conducted educationa...
My name is Paula Jean-Guillaume. And today is my wedding day. To most young women, it's one of the happiest days of their lives. To me, it's a day of apprehension and uncertainty. Such is the life of a Werewolf in North America. Yeah, that's what I am. Not that you would know unless I told you. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, curvy, with dark brown ski...
The next day, most of us slept in as long as we could. The wedding was at 12:30 and those taking part in the ceremony had to be there early. I hooked up with Gloria and Sarah and went to look for some breakfast on the way to the airport to pick up Paul's girlfriend. Not to belittle a beautiful and important day like a wedding, but the wedding is not the focu...