Ending up down at the city beach wasn't part of the plan. But then, I didn't really have a plan. I had been kind of wandering through life in a dream state since my divorce became final. I go to work, (two jobs, now), I go out and wander around looking for inexpensive things to do, I go home to my new tiny apartment. It is ironic that you have so little mone...
I'm writing this for three reasons. 1. I grew up singing and playing guitar, bass, piano, sax and flute. And before you ask-Yes, I picked up girls while playing flute-so I know what I'm talking about. 2. I've slept with a number of women and I met virtually every single one of them (including my wife and my ex-wives) when I was in a band. In all honesty...
Abby hated her job. It was inconceivable that anyone could make someone sit for nearly eight consecutive hours at a computer; typing, clicking, typing some more. The damned flickering of the screen, the obnoxious hum of the fans. Abby hated her computer because it was the symbol of her job. She had been working as a medical receptionist for three years eve...
As the first glow of the morning peeked through the window, he kissed her awake. Slowly she became aware of his warm masculine body curled around hers and his lips on her cheek. She nuzzled his face, his beard creating a pleasant sensation against her skin. "Good morning, my love. We're going on a little trip today!" She turned in his embrace, rubbing her...
[I am writing this story on the request of and on behalf of a wonderful girl Monika who is of the Indian Descent] * I am single Indian woman born to parents whose origin is in India about twenty eight years ago. Like most parents in India, mine were also fixated on getting me good education and see me taking a responsible job. The stereotype of arranged ma...
Beautiful was the sky today. The sun was shining brightly over the plowed field. The smell of freshly cut wheat lingered in the air, and a soft breeze carried forgotten pieces across the field. She stood there for awhile, looking over the vast horizon, wondering if she would ever leave this place. Ridiculous, she thought, no one would ever come for her. Sh...
It was early fall and the end of a school day. I was cleaning up my desk in the classroom when the minister's wife walked in. "Hello Gloria, I was walking by and thought I would stop in and say hello." "Hi Noreen, I could use some time with an adult," I said with a smile. Noreen White was about my age or a few years older, I'm 23. Being a minister's wife...
This story is based on an actual event involving a group of high school seniors after a high school football game. All parties involved were over 18 years of age. A special thanks to LarryInSeattle for his excellent editing skills. Any and all constructive criticism is welcome. ***** Drew was the lead drummer of his high school marching band and had to a...
He had rented a new SUV that was internally equipped with a modest amount of housekeeping. There was an air mattress, sink with water, chemical toilet, fluorescent lights, tilt down table and small closet on one side and a small fold down bench along the opposite side. The windows and rear compartment were equipped with thick pull curtains. He most liked the...
"Why are you looking so downhearted, Jackie," Mr. Ambrose asked. "Dad, I'm eighteen, a high school graduate, working full time for the summer, going to college in the fall and I haven't ever been laid. "My heart bleeds for you," was his father's mocking reply. "I can sympathize with you but I can't help you." Mr. Ambrose continued. "Actually, Jackie, your...