The sun was shining brightly, and for late September, the air was unseasonably warm. I was sitting on our patio, sipping a nice cup of coffee, and thinking about how soon the weather would be changing. The beautiful fall colors would give way to cooler temps and then ugly snow and cold. I really hated winter. It was just so cold and dreary. I heard the pati...
It was fortuitous that Allen appeared on the scene almost immediately after Bill moved (permanently as it turned out) to Europe, and a coincidence that, as with Bill, he first met Betty at an otherwise innocuous social event. However, that’s where the similarities in circumstances ended. Allen, unlike Bill, was married. His wife was, as we learned later, awa...
Douglass and Rachael Masterson were driving from the great state of Montana. Helena, Montana to be exact, in route to Topeka, Kansas in November, to see their parents for Thanksgiving. It had been snowing for days through the mountains of Wyoming and upper Colorado, and the roads that Doug and Rachael were traveling were very slick at some points and were fa...
Mark Wallace sat at his desk in the warehouse and contemplated what he was needing to do about his wife, Willa. He had the evidence in front of him concerning her affair with her boss, Dale Timmons, owner of Timmons Electronics. Timmons Electronics produced small electronic controllers that allowed computers to control mechanical devices. Some were tiny and...
I'm starting out this tale in the middle by relating some thought-provoking information about female orgasms. This was information that I never knew until I was twenty eight years old, and most of you probably don't know now regardless of your age. This information is important to understanding my story. According to an MRI study published by the Journal of...
The following two-part story is a work of fiction and does not depict any actual persons or events. Any likeness to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. All parties engaging in sexual activity are of legal age of 18 and consenting adults. This is for entertainment purposes and is not an avocation for the activities contained herein. I need to ser...
It's hard to be a smoker. First of all, it's a social class identifier. Beautiful people rarely smoke anymore. Working class people smoke, and if you smoke, odds are you are either working class, or from a foreign country. Second, you have to put up with moralistic behavior from your friends and co-workers. You know what I mean. Third, there's no place to...
I stood at the gas pump, shivering as the wind whipped past me, sniffling as I fought the urge to cry (again). It was two days after New Years, less than a week into January, and I had just been dumped. Not just dumped. Epically dumped. My boyfriend Colin waited till the week after Christmas, after I had given him his (very expensive) gifts and after we...
There was a lot to be done in those last days, and no time to do it. Item one: Make Miss Kathy and B co-executors of our estate. It came as no surprise to anyone that people preferred to call them as a couple, and it was a rare instance when you mentioned one without the other. Item two: Have B turn theme albums into chronological scrapbooks. Item three: Hav...
You were walking in the rain. You'd just brought a porno about dominant women. You went to get a taxi cab. There were two people already in there. A gypsy came by and tried to get in. "Can you make room?" she asked. "Sorry, lady, it's filled," you said. You told the driver to drive. She muttered some gypsy curse at you. You get home and t...