Anna Perkins. Although I hadn't seen her since we graduated from high school, that cute redhead had never left my mind...or my heart. Even during my brief marriage, I always wondered about Anna. Had she married? Had kids? Where was she? I first met her when we were both 14-year-old freshmen in high school. We hit it off as friends from the beginning. She h...
Good morning Anna! I'm Bob! The proverbial fly on the wall so to say. I can hear your thoughts, and I can talk to you, if you just listen. Anna dumped another spoonful of sugar into her coffee. The unpleasant thought of going to work after the weekend made her want to just say fuck it and go back to bed. Ahhh, so you would rather just ignore me? Do you...
I was a little surprised by a few things other than Mitchell showing up at Adam's place, and they looked to be good things. Abaddon, my moody and serious Master at Arms, was openly playful and showing affection for Meghan, who was like a niece to me. They couldn't go more than a few seconds without being in contact with each other. Now that they had confesse...
~Norm~ The front door opened and closed, and Nock walked into the living room. "Guys? I think he's back." I got up from the couch and went to the front window to look out, Nissi and Wendy close on my heels. The black BMW from two days before was rolling up the long driveway. We had all agreed that if the FBI were going to show up, it would happen within a...
Note: This is the story of an otherwise loving wife, who makes a life-altering mistake in judgement. It is presented here complete in three parts, rather than separate chapters posted one at a time. Enjoy, vote, and comment if appropriate. ***** Part 01, a loving wife: "Oh Angie, I can't that! What's the matter with you? I'm married! I love Michael and...
He ploughed the tight channel, thrusting harder, feeling the ripples along his shaft as her muscles worked at pulling him deeper inside. The defiant look in her eyes, the smirk on her face goading him on to thrust harder, faster, putting all his strength and weight into every push. The rhythmic slapping of his belly on her abdomen and his deepening pants as...
*All character engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18, in case it's not obvious or mentioned. *Thanks to Alwaysready64 and HellCat_Sundry for their help editing this because we become blind to our own mistakes. *This is a long story intended to span many chapters, please go back and read the previous chapters or else this won't make a lot of sen...
Fair warning, this is going to be a long one. I need the space to develop all of the characters that come and go through the story. As you can probably tell from the title I adapted the idea from Hemingway. His characters have major nerd tendencies and I find that interesting. I write about places where I've been and things that I've done. That's the case...
My old man mind can't remember where I'd heard it before, oh not the phrase itself everyone's heard that! I'd heard that it was a kind of writer's joke. That phrase, 'it was a dark and stormy night'. It's a juvenile way newbie writers used thousands of times to try and build tension or suspense at the first part of a book or story. Much like the rusty hinges...
"Sorry. Do you mind if I squeeze in here?" he asked. "Oh, no," she replied scooting over to make room. "I've never seen this many people at a Little League game before, have you?" "No. But this actually the first time I've watched one in years so I really don't have anything to compare it to," he told her. "Is your son playing?" she asked, sure he was old...