Introduction: This story is based on Bruce Springsteen's classic song "Glory Days," which has to do with memories, immaturity and aging. In the song, the narrator talks about, "boring stories of glory days," in a hardscrabble Rust Belt town. As I've listened to the song over the years, I've started seeing interesting possibilities for a very nice erotic st...
On Friday, after class, Sue headed over to the library as usual. She did not see Will in class, and she was relieved. For the past few days, she did spot him in class (his height was hard not to miss), but she usually sat in the corner before his eyes met hers. If he did see her, he chose to ignore her. Her white dress floated off her waif, dainty figur...
Drew loved to fish, any kind of angling he was prepared to try. Coarse fishing occupied a lot of his spare time and he'd enjoyed a few holidays in Scotland over the years, hunting wild salmon and trout with a fly on a gossamer line, but his real love was sea fishing. His uncle John introduced him to the pastime when he was a kid. Drew lost his dad to emphy...
I was a regular at a small club that was known to be a "meat market." Women of a certain age, divorced and horny were there often. I was there every Friday night and the occasional scattered evenings throughout the week but mostly on Fridays. I knew who the regulars were and their preferences. I also knew who the witches, the desperate, the players, and the...
I had been in the hospital for nine days after undergoing emergency surgery to repair an abdominal problem. I was going home tomorrow, or rather today since it was one o’clock in the morning, and I couldn’t sleep. The noise at night in this hospital was annoying. I would just get to sleep when one of the other cases on this floor would have a problem or...
A work of fiction, all characters are over 18 years. Best read sequentially starting with chapter one. The cops pay a visit after Myra's and Wendell's big adventure. In a nod to Luedon, I took the ice out of the scotch. ***** We got back to our house about noon after our fleabag motel adventure. Myra sat at the kitchen table while I made a pot of Earl Gr...
Coach Duncan awoke Friday morning feeling relaxed and refreshed. He let a powerful stretch course through his body as he laid cozily beneath the bedding before turning his attention to the boy lightly snoring beside him. It was a sight and feeling he didn't think he'd ever get enough of. Clay was curled up into a very loose ball, his hair was messy and his r...
A hero's journey in humanity's far distant future. * Author's Note: This is a fantasy story that takes place at the far end of humanity's evolution. I am releasing it in chapters as a serial. If you have not read the previous chapter, please do so, else you are doomed to be forever lost, lonely, and confused. In chapter one, we met young Lina who spe...
Author's note: Thanks again to Eclecticwoman818 for her assistance with spelling, grammar and continuity. Like all the authors here, my only pay is your votes. Please vote if you like the story or even if you don't. Comments are always welcomed and appreciated. ***** "Date of birth?" George always found it a bit annoying, but in this case kind of humorous...
Lisa and Ivory had an uneventful ride to next town to meet Agatha. Ivory loved the lavish dress Lisa had clad her in and the carriage was quite comfortable. As they rode Lisa told Ivory Agatha's story. "Agatha is a young widow. Her husband was killed in an unfortunate accident. Her husband was a nice man, I served in her wedding. Agatha was sad for quite so...