We had both had long, tiring weeks, so when Friday finally rolled around, and we met on the path leading up to the house, we could both hear the sofa calling our names. Not even bothering to lose more than our coats we sink back into sofa, tandem sighs at a week finally over fill the room. You raise your arm and let me curl up against you, my head tucked up...
If you are reading this article, I will assume that you are a first-timer and have never taken scissors, a razor, an electric shaver or anything else to the fuzz growing between your legs. It may be in a state of complete chaos and you're wondering how things ever got so out of control...but the important thing is that you've taken that first step and decide...
Trust Fall Book One of The Trust Trilogy Tess Quince Chapter Four WHEN HE PULLS UP TO the valet station the kids manning it all give an eye roll. I see Ben Sheppard smile at that. I open the door and one of them helps me down. Ben hands another valet his keys and I see him tip a twenty and say in a low voice 'for the truck being such a hassle'. The vale...
Her sight taken from her by the black scarf allows her other senses to be heightened. Almost a whole new world is opened to her. her ears detecting even the softness of a single breath that He breaths. Her skin feels electrified and anticipating even the slightest touch. Even the fabric of her short skirt sends waves of tingling sensations through her body....
My name is Joseph McDonald. I'm a tall, good-looking, forty-something black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. What is my occupation? Let's see. I'm the General Chancellor of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts University, also affectionately known as CMU by students and faculty alike. What makes CMU so damn special? It's only the biggest private...
It's late when we get home. The sun is down, the porch lit only by a nearby streetlight. It's spring, just the barest of chills left from winter, but I refuse to give up the Florida clothes. We have bags of groceries to bring in from the car. I run back outside for the last load of bags so we can settle in for the evening. As I come back inside, I turn to cl...
Prologue: Being a superhero, it's every kids fantasy at one point or another. Be there for the world, rescue the beautiful woman, marry her, live a secret exciting life... I wish. I used to be Shade, protector of Castor City, the masked head to toe superhero type you'd see in comics, movies etc zipping around saving the day, rescuing kittens from trees, I...
Last October at my sister's 35th birthday dinner, my brother feels the need to inform the entire table of my old thumb-sucking habit. I was really surprised anyone remembered, but apparently the way I went about my little rituals, is strange and fun to bring up at inappropriate times. My family, especially my brother, enjoys watching me squirm and fidget bec...
I know what you're thinking - a carpenter's best friend is his hammer. Well, yes and no. I have a lot of hammers for a lot of different jobs. Some are for framing, some are for roofing, some are for trim work, some are swung by arm, some are powered by compressed air, some are powered by batteries, and on and on. I have a bunch of saws, too: cross cut, rippi...
It's one of those days, and I need to blow off some steam. I'm already annoyed when I hear the siren. I sigh and look for a spot to pull over. The cop walks up to the car. I roll down the window. He's astonishingly handsome, with sandy blonde hair, dark stubble, and a strong jaw. He's wearing mirrored aviators even though it's dusk. "Good evening, miss,"...