My name is Erin. I am proud to say that I am the first female Event Co-coordinator at our fair city's sports arena. It's a big deal to me, because I grew up around the arena watching my father work the Zamboni machine during hockey games here. Let me tell you about something interesting that happened to me a short time back. As you know, our country is goin...
XXIII Twins In fact they beat me to it. The following morning Vicky rang me at the office to tell me that she and Simone could not wait any longer to see me and were coming to London; they were already on the train and would reach Liverpool Street soon after midday. For a moment I was going to tell them to get off at the next stop and go straight back to...
Being a bachelor is great, right? You can do what you want, come and go as you please, with no one to answer to. There's a side to living the single life that a lot of guys don't like to talk about however. If you're not the type of brotha who's a playboy, with hot, nympho supermodels coming in and out at all hours of the night, if the majority of your sex c...
Chapter 1: The Meeting I wait nervously at the doors that lead into the secure area. When they open out he will walk, both of us taking in each other as if for the first time. I wore my long jeans and Harry potter shoes and shirt. Casual and well fitting but still enough so he doesn't think I'm trying to hard. My outfit for tonight stashed in the bag in the...
I have found this website, to which to post my 'confessions'. Why do I bother? Perhaps as a catharsis, an emotional cleansing. I have sinned, grievously. Might I yet find redemption? – Erica H. Journal Entry 07/17/02 Mine is a story told a thousand times before. Why, then, do I bother even writing? Perhaps because it happened to me, something I would not h...
It was a weekday summer night at the Trane Station. For the evening, I had done nothing much more than keep the music going, talk with some customers, and nurse a single long ago warmed beer. The night sky was full of stars with a moon somewhere between yellow and orange. It was beautiful outside and I found myself wanting to be out there, doing something,...
151 The flight from Germany passed in a drug haze. I am one of those people who can deal with pain, as long as my mind is on other things. When it is just me and the pain, then I feel it much more intensely. So I was popping the Vicodin like M&M candies. But once I got to New York. there were enough going on to take my mind off the pain. At least enough so...
Dear readers, I would like to apologize for the very long delay in updating the series. After moving and starting another year of college, I haven't had time to do much. I hope this chapter compensates for the wait, just enough to tide you over until the next one.~ RaLaWrites *********** Larissa was stiff as she sat down in the small boutique. Her face wa...
Some days bring back memories more than others. Every anniversary is like a flashback in time for me; where everything I ever felt for you is magnified and brought so close that it feels like only yesterday... This is a true story, of course. It is MY story, for if there was only one story I could share with others, it would be this one. This story speaks o...
I decided to see where this led. I ordered a coffee. We swapped names, though she told me that the only men she remembered were her husband and one neighbour. The neighbour was hung like a donkey and fucked like a goat. I asked about her husband. She told me that her husband was ten years her senior. Retired for two years, he had lost interest in everythin...