A slightly different take on a common trope. Please read my profile for my stance on feedback. Feel free to email suggestions or start a conversation. Private messages work too. Michael W Campbell, Don Henley: "Now I don't understand, what happened to our love. But babe, I'm gonna get you back, I'm gonna show you what I'm made of." + + + + I wasn't born...
Friday evening. The night before the High School Slave for a Day Charity auction. Monica Gift needed a bit of downtime after the events she had achieved this week. Between yearbook photos, challenging her Braless Brigade of slutty followers, dealing with a lusty photographer, body painters, and counselling warring lovers, she required this simple pleasure....
Linda was on the floor naked, feeling the softness of the bedroom carpet under her bare skin. Her ear was stuck to an air vent, listening to the sounds coming from downstairs. There were the unmistakable noises of two people in the heat of passion. The sounds were muffled, but through the vent she could clearly identify the woman's voice, "oh yes ooohh, fuck...
I've found out that my wife is cheating on me and so far she and Josh don't know that I know. Josh by the way is – or was – my best friend. I know, I know, it is a cliché, but clichés get to be clichés because they happen so often. I had no idea of how I was going to handle it. The thing was that I couldn't understand why he was fucking my wife. Don't get m...
Paul thoroughly enjoyed his extramarital affair with Stacy, but the guilt had begun to affect him. He also feared being caught. The last thing that he wanted was a divorce, since it would mean eternal damnation according to his belief system. Nevertheless, he couldn't bring himself to end his relationship with the single mom. Not only was she absolutely de...
Will these two EVER learn? The Conclusion. An original story. Chapter 4 of 4. I know that I usually write story continuations, but there's been enough clamoring, comments and emails encouraging me to write my own, that I figured I'd offer up a few. I don't think the trolls will care one way or the other. I hope you enjoy this little story, and remember,...
Chapter Thirty-nine A feeling of relief washed over me as the car carrying my husband Pete and our daughter Isobel passed through the gates and out onto the road, leaving me alone in the house. In a few hours' time she would be installed in the city flat that she would share with her University friends for the next academic year and would be out of my hair...
"I need to tell you this, Patrick," she told me. "It's important for you to understand." "No, Alicia, it's not important at all," I told her. I'm Patrick and Alicia was my wife of sixteen years. They were over now, and so was our marriage. "Why won't you listen to me?" She was on the verge of tears. A month ago, this would have concerned me and I would ha...
About the same time Ken and crew were getting ready for their second round of golf for the day, Jen's phone was ringing back in Chicago. She wiped her eyes with a tissue and tried to sound normal as she answered. "Hello." "Hey, girlfriend," greeted a cheery Marge. "So, did you figure out what movie you want to see tonight?" "Oh, Marge, I'm sorry, I haven't...
This story was inspired by a real event that occurred in the late 70's. A time before HIV, Cell Phones, DNA testing or the Internet. Vietnam, the Cold War and the Draft were the topics of the day. Disco ruled. It is a story about love, infidelity, consequences and sacrifice. The names and details have been changed to protect the guilty. There is very little...