Having been released from his first institutional obligation, Mr. Smith finds himself in transit with most unlikely company, navigating a tricky path which through intuition and a touch of mania our man successfully crosses to reward and surprise on the other end. ***** The first stop after leaving Kate was what looked like another hospital, and in fact dr...
Chapter Four The Next Valentine's Day "I'm ready for my close up, Mr. DeMille," said Monica haughtily leaning against the balustrade looking nothing like Gloria Swanson for whom she supposedly emulated. For one she was too tall and lithe, not the petite silent movie star. Secondly she was way too young. And, perhaps most importantly, she dressed in a sheer...
When in short order Raef returned carrying two freshly refilled glasses of iced tea Erica couldn't help but note that there was nothing servile in his demeanor, but more a sense in him of delighted privilege. He served her first and when she thanked him he responded with a slight bow of his head and a smile. When he then offered the second glass to his wife,...
In the cab Sierra called a few people at 7:00 am, initiating the emergency alarm to race to the office. Each person she phoned knew from training they must call the five other persons they were to summon as part of the newspaper's Emergency Action Group. The code-name she gave was 'Crunching Black Gold.' Staff being phoned would know the newspaper was on...
Hello again, At last there is some peace and quiet after a busy spell of ups and downs and time to do a little more writing. As I mentioned to several people who emailed me, I thought that some readers might be interested to hear about encounters with couples, of which there have only been a few. (From what I read on various blogs, a number of escorts are r...
Note from author: I really am a florist and part time instructor at our local college. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Don't forget the feedback, please vote, and thanks for choosing to read this. * As she lugged the last of the cases of flowers from her car to the loading dock she took a last look up at the sky. It was a bright and clear sp...
Sunday Darren was out walking in the April sun, running through the interviews he would be holding throughout the week for the vacant positions in the second print works he and his partner were to open, when he saw her. She was having problems keeping the armful of clothes she had from dropping onto the damp ground as she struggled with the tailgate of her...
The following is the fourth and final part of a short story representing a letter sent by the author to an online friend with whom he has enjoyed a long relationship without any physical contact. He has always kept her informed of any offline recreational activities he enjoys and she has reciprocated in kind. This letter was written as a report of one such o...
I continued to look for ways for Vanessa to expose herself in public and found, to my delight, that quite often she was now taking the lead in doing it. One warm summer evening, after we had been out to dinner and were strolling through the city, I saw that without any prompting from me she had unbuttoned her blue silk blouse almost to the waist. She wasn’t...
(It shouldn't need to be stated that this isn't a serious piece but, tragically, in the modern world there are people who find it difficult to separate the serious from the flippant. They then get angry, misconstruing a less than serious piece for something intended to be a meaningful life guide or some such. Therefore, to avoid unwarranted accusations of mi...