You know how you wake up sometimes not knowing where the hell you are? Well, it's even worse when you got pretty drunk the night before. I was in a pretty hazy like state as I began to open my eyes. My head hurt, and I knew I was facing a first class hangover. Where was I? I was in a motel room. I was laying on my side facing a window that looked outside....
At a few minutes past eight I knocked on the door. A nice touch, I thought—sends a clear message to Marianne that I don't live here anymore. She immediately opened the door, giving me a shy smile. She still looked pale, but had done her makeup very carefully. My wife was a beautiful woman—in any other context it would have taken my breath away just to look a...
The next day dragged. In the morning I was exhausted and depressed; it was harder than ever even to fake any normalcy to Marianne. Fortunately, she had an early meeting and left right away, leaving me to breakfast and the newspaper on my own. At work I was so listless that my best friend Steve came into my office and closed the door. "Is something going on,...
[Author's Note: A characters in this story are over 18 years old.] ***** "Who were thinking about?" Bill asked his wife, Crystal, as they lay cuddling one night after a very satisfying round of sex. "What do you mean?" "When I was fucking you," he replied, "the look on your face told me you were someplace else. Off in a fantasy. It's the same look yo...
If it's true that confidence is sexy, then I was the sexiest redhead to grace the planet. At least that's how I felt as I found a new perspective toward life. My affairs had woken up something that laid dormant inside me. I had acquired a swagger and I was more self-assured. I developed a "no one could stop me, take no prisoners" attitude. My inhibitions su...
Liz Black was desperate. Her husband had been laid off and unless she found work quickly they were going to lose the house. This was her fifth interview for a position as an administrative assistant. The first four had turned her down for lack of experience. She had never held a job because she had married and become pregnant right out of high school. She st...
Foreword: This is my first short story ever. It is fictionalized from my own experiences. I want to thank soulz4 for his skill and patience in editing my story. His generosity with his time and effort is much appreciated. Any deficiencies in this story are mine. Sara's Journey chapter 1 Eve has invited me to one of her "naughty parties". I have known abo...
Thank you, Candace * His consequence staying married to her, her consequence being without the man she loves. New York Ted's parent died when he was ten years old. Since then he lived at his uncle's place. In High School he befriended Jessica and soon both became inseparable. After high school he went to a trading school to become a mechanical technician...
The smell of food cooking in the kitchen caused me to open my eyes. I looked over at my nightstand and saw it was a few minutes to eight. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Once out, I put on a pair of boxers and walked out into the living room, where I saw Rachel standing in front of the stove while wearing one of my bathrobes. She wished me a goo...
My continuing thanks to Erik Thread for his skillful and insightful editing. He helps make this a much better and readable story. He is a very patient man. Any errors are, of course, mine. Martin Polikoff pushed into the tavern just before two-thirty that afternoon, rushing through a late summer downpour. He spotted John and the woman sitting in the far c...