Jack was having a Hard Day. Every day was a Hard Day for Jack because he thrived on stress and if the day wasn't Hard, it wasn't a good day. Nothing irked him so much as relaxation. Whatever he did, he did full-force, with every ounce of energy he possessed. He was thirty-six and, if he had been able to see into the future, he would know that he was destined...
"Ready for round two?" Your hand slides slowly back down my spine and then lower. I start to pant in anticipation, my pussy growing wet. My thighs are still trembling from the last orgasm, and I'm not sure my heart rate's returned to normal, but the parts of me not controlled by logic and reason are definitely ready and hungry for more. I shift impatientl...
When Kate had got home from the hospital with my six year old daughter, all she could talk about was how dishy the doctor had been who had first seen them. He was an older man but there had been something about him that had clearly got to her and, later that night, as we fucked, I could not help feeling that her mind was elsewhere. Six weeks later, when we...
Frustrated, I sit, pulling up a small table and opening my laptop. It's been a hell of a day already, and I desperately need the coffee in front of me. Taking a sip, I open my email, and smile at seeing your name. Suddenly lighter, I open and begin to read. ___________________ We stand facing expansive plate glass windows that look out onto San Francisco...
"What are protozoa?" "What did you..." "Shhhh, Jeopardy is on." Standing in the kitchen, having just set the timer for supper, I frown. Being second fiddle to Alex Trebek isn't something I signed on for. My girlfriend is fun, beautiful in a classic sort of way and smarter than any other woman I've met in my life. While that normally works in my favour, so...
Here I sit in my favorite diner. Everyone has one. Tables and chairs that have seen better days, booths covered in cheap red vinyl. An aging Jean Harlow types waitress. Serving cup after cup of coffee. Garish red lipstick on her aging cracked lips her bleach blonde hair dry and frizzy. A plastic nametag pinned to the lapel of her Pepto-Bismol pink uniform....
You call me to say you are going to be late, very late, work has piled up and there is no way you can leave it till the following day. I had been so looking forward to seeing you but understand that sometimes work has to come first. Then I have an idea, and I decide to surprise you. Time moves on, the building empties and you are the only one left there, t...
She lay back in the old fashioned clawfoot tub, hair pinned up, bubbles up to her chin, and looked about the room. It was a beautiful room at a quaint bed and breakfast. Big iron bed, fireplace, fainting couch. She was so glad he had thought of this place. As she relaxed, her mind played over what had brought her here. They had known each other for some ti...
“Birdie! Do you know what that means? Not only was I one under par, but I also won the game. Time to pay up, little man!” Robbie had always been the better golfer. People sometimes say golf is a “man’s” sport, but this definitely did not apply when it came to Robbie and Greg. For the past couple years, Robbie and Greg played a bimonthly game of golf. It was...
She was smiling at me as we entered the club. The music was a bit loud for my taste, but it almost always is. I had no objections to the bass thump that those huge speakers were producing. I'm almost used to it in there. My wife walked toward a table in the center of the main room and slid her thigh length leather coat down her shoulders in that seductive w...