After a day of playing golf, and catching up, Jeff and Darren found themselves sitting around the kitchen table that night with Diane. The 3 of them had started up a board game. Diane had spent much of the day alone or with their child. Whenever she was alone, she could not stop thinking about her experience the day before with Darren. She found herself beco...
By Aleq de Satyr Prologue My name is Octavia, Tavia for short. I am a 47 year old non-conformist Social Scientist. I was on my way home to Denver, Colorado, after attending a seminar in Santa Fe New Mexico, when I decided to stop over in Taos for a short rest. I am also a Feminist activist, sex enthusiast, educator, herbalist, and writer. My face is au...
It was a long night just sitting at the station. There were no emergency calls so it was another boring night of television. The problem was my partner. I had known her for a few years and she could be the party girl, when she wanted. The problem was her perfume. It was simply intoxication, almost fruity and a little musky. She was an attractive woman just a...
Kara unlocked the door to her new townhouse and smiled back at her boyfriend, Glen. "See look how good it looks," she asked him. "You were right this place is really nice, I'm jealous. You and Sandy get to stay here and I have to live in my dump of a dorm room." Glen said. They were both twenty-two years old and seniors in college. Kara and her friend San...
I am an early forties woman that has been out of the work force too long. My husband, John is an accountant that works extremely long hours as he is determined to climb that corporate ladder. That is ok for him, but leads to a very boring life for me. John is old fashioned and doesn't want me to work, even though I have a teaching degree. We met in college a...
As I read more submissions, I realize I have been doing it wrong! I had been trying to keep my stories short but in doing so, I have left out a lot of detail. I have found that even the long stories are more interesting when they delve into finer detail, so here goes. This opus will be sub-titled "The Joe Saga". It is the adventures we had with Joe. It is t...
Having read all the comments on the first 3 chapters, I figured I should utilize the positive feedbacks into this chapter. As for the crude and non-constructive commentators (all anonymous, imagine that!) they get no consideration. First of all, to the reviewer who was concerned that our children were in the house, unlike Europe, the house was more than 18...
(Thanks to my friend Buck, for moral support when my team lost in the playoffs, for story ideas, for a brief physical description and permission to use it, and especially for the visual aid) (I haven't found an editor yet, so this one was all me, sorry for any typos) * It's the second week of the NFl playoffs, and the much loved Green Bay Packers are play...
It's funny to be writing a whole story about a girl who only said about six words to me. Her words weren't even that friendly. 'What are you waiting for, an invitation?' Actually pretty hostile. I'd just finished the shopping. It was Sunday, and my wife had our two kids. One 14 months and the other 3 years, so both a bit of a handful, and I needed the break...
The school bus was abuzz with chatter and laughs, post-game celebrations carrying on as it drove down an interstate highway. Pickensville Academy had just won their first football game of the season. Not just won, but annihilated the other team in a 45-7 blowout. After a dismal performance the last four football seasons, Pickensville, a private K-12th grade...