Sharon walked out of the grocery store carrying her meager purchases. She headed briskly to her car, opened the trunk and put the sacks inside. She was feeling better, the medicine the Doctor gave her earlier that morning was certainly helping. The depression had been deep, so deep She could very nearly not function. But she had to manage somehow, her litt...
Odessa, Texas. Permian High School. Home of the Panthers. The Mojo. In America, Texas is synonymous with football. And in Texas, football means Permian. Or at least it once did. But the last seven or eight years have seen the Mojo without their -- well -- mojo. But that's all changing. Darren Allman, a member of the 1987 Mojo, is now head coach. He's g...
I really hope the men reading this story are young enough to not remember this car. It's my husbands pride and joy. He spends so much time tinkering with it that he neglects me ..... And I need much more tinkering with! I had an appointment in town; we live so far away I could only get to it by driving there myself. The appointment was quite important, as I...
My affair with Greta, the European Creative Director of the ad agency for which I worked as a freelance copywriter was over. We had never looked on it as being permanent, but it had been intense and passionate and had lasted six months. For a confirmed lesbian like Greta that was a long time and for a 'not quite sure' lipstick like me it had been a wonderful...
Part 1: Death is not only the mother of beauty as the poem goes but also the mother of opportunity... So it was with the passing of a favorite Aunt who left this mortal realm one damp Autumn morning in October. The mourning days passed as my mother grieved for a beloved sister as her life became fond memories told as stories to those of us left behind. Tim...
Sometimes I just like to write a story about sex. This isn't one of my emotional rollercoaster stories. It's about a young man trying to find what he wants in life. A big 'Thank You' to Estragon for making this a much better read. * My name is Royule James White; most people call me Roy. I'm considered mixed race. My mother is Hawaiian and my dad is a blac...
Finding Himself Thanks to Black Rand for inviting me to contribute to this 2nd 'Legends Day', and many thanks to those who suggested my stories to her... Some special thanks to my readers FB & MM and the ever present Voldamort, whose suggestions are almost always included because they are usually correct! For LW readers: sorry, but there are no bitche...
"Your trouble is," Arthur said as he lit his first cigarette of the day, "you never think... cough... splutter... of anything... choke... gasp... but... gasp... gasp... sex." Nancy looked at him darkly as Arthur thumped his sternum with a closed fist. "You're... oh God that's better... cough... cough... nothing like the first... gasp... one of the... choke...
Peggy and I managed to get together again last week. We'd previously arranged to meet in a further month so I was very surprised to receive an excited text from her last Wednesday asking me if we could meet at hers on the Friday. She explained that John, her hubby, had to fly out to the US at short notice on business for a few days. Luckily, Friday was her d...
A constant heavy rain continued to fall outside the Burger Barn on Route 14, turning what would normally be a busy Friday night into one almost totally devoid of customers. In fact, the dining room had been empty for the last hour since the dinner shift ended, leaving the four workers behind the counter little to do but watch the clock and wait for their day...