"Theda, can you stand here while I go get the float. It is drifting off," said Kit. "Not yet. Just hold me." "You're slick. Turn around then and put your arms around my neck. Now jump up and wrap your legs around my waist." "Ooooh! This is lovely." Theda's afterglow left her blushing despite the cool water. The middle aged woman had never imagined th...
Hitomi was running late, so by the time she got to Kabukichō the sun was beginning to set; already the streets were starting to fill with eager people, drawn from across Tokyo seeking the pleasures of the flesh. Overhead, above the vibrant neon and the shameless promotional hoardings, the last light of day turned fluffy clouds to purple-pink candyfloss; and...
1...2...3...4... Maggie stopped to catch her breath during her morning-turned-afternoon exercise. Her lungs burnt, filled with gunk that she kept hacking up. Whatever Annie had brought to work, Maggie now had too. She opened her eyes and took a deep breath. 5...6...7...8...9. She stopped again, heaving. She told herself that the stretch was waking her...
"I am sorry, forgive me ... Alessandro." I woke to find the note and a rose resting on Alessandro's pillow. For the first time since arriving in Italy I slept deeper than I could remember ever sleeping even in my own bed. I had not heard or even felt him get up. And for all the ill will I harbored for him, I could not suppress an overwhelming sense of loss...
Some older guys are buddies of mine. Winters in Sag Harbor only the fire department bake sale and amateur poetry readings at Ashawagh Hall are exciting. I show up at Rowdy Hall in a tight red dress and start the intravenous Chardonnay drip and make friends. Too bad Rowdy Hall doesn't stock white Burgundies at $250.00 a bottle; I know my buddies would compete...
***Writer's note: I got a lot of positive feedback about my story (My Husband's Golf Partner) about Carlie and Adam, so I thought I'd reverse it and show basically the same story from Adam's perspective. What goes on in a man's mind is often very different than a woman's. ***** I always look forward to Wednesdays. I go out golfing with my friend Grayson e...
"Why am I on another date with this guy? ", Deb thought to herself as she walked through the nightclub door with her boyfriend of a few months, Kevin. Kevin was a nice guy who treated her well enough, but there was something missing. Even though Deb was pretty conservative on the outside, underneath, something within her yearned for more...for heat, passi...
Trent's Running Program Becomes Sexual Education Class With Sexy Teacher Since I broke my leg as a 17 year old while playing soccer I couldn't back into sport as much as I did before the accident. A year later at 18 and despite doing physical education at school and playing a bit of low level soccer I was out of shape and needed to get fit again and looking...
Notes: 1.It would really be beneficial to read the first 5 chapters of this story. 2. All comments welcome, especially those who can't separate fiction from reality - you really are the most amusing. Next in the amusement category are the moralizers. 3. I'm still not responsible for the nature of the stories in the "Loving Wives" section - perhaps some o...
We died in 1980. Well, the most recent time, anyway. It was a house fire. Really terrible! Brrr! I shudder to even think about it. I can't even remember what number that was, though. You lose track over the centuries because it really doesn't matter when you're between lives. In between, you're spirits—just naked souls awaiting your next suits of clothing,...