Ten years is a long time. Sure, a lot can happen is ten years, no doubt there. I knew that as I sat on a picnic table at my ten-year high school graduation reunion, but even now as I look back on the reunion, I’m even more impressed with just how long ten years was then and is now. I went to the reunion single, unmarried, unattached, solo, just me. My marr...
It was long-time dream of mine to be a sports journalist, but for the most part, it's been one big bust. I've had every crappy job for every crappy paper you can think of, and my current status isn't much better than where I started almost ten years ago. Most recently, I took on a job writing for the New York Ledger. Unfortunately for me, this is not one o...
John was a tall, heavyset man, with American Indian features, deep brown eyes and a smile that lit up a room when he entered it. His wife's name was Kandy, a petite BBW with red hair, emerald-green eyes, and a cute button nose. She had a vivacious attitude toward like, love, and sex. Both of them were retired, and spent their time traveling and spoiling thei...
This is based on something that actually happened with my wife. In reality it stopped at a point before the end of the story. Any comments and feedback more than welcome. * He looked across at her as they drove back up the motorway on a warm July evening. They had been to a friends wedding and he smiled as he looked at Jo sitting next to him almost falling...
This story is dedicated to a very sexy friend of mine. Thank you for all of the inspiration! -------------------------------------------------- I was stuck going to a bachelor/bachelorette party that I really didn't want to attend, to help my friend Jean. Her younger sister was getting married and she needed someone to help her with food and entertainment....
Jim Nelson sat on the sofa waiting for his wife of sixteen years to come down the stairs. She had just come home from "working late" again, for the third time this week. The bad thing was this was less than the usual for the last seven months. Late hours, multiple out of town trips and "Girls Nights Out" happened all too regularly. That combined with the...
There is lots of free stuff that you can get by just writing and sending an e-mail, if you know how to word it. It's fun, it's easy, and anyone can do it. Besides, you never know when you will connect with someone and what they will send you. Ingredients: Personal Computer, Internet connection, E-mail address, credit card, writing ability, creativity, a sin...
She was "out visiting friends" or "stopping by work to talk to her boss about her vacation time" or something of the sort. She had been losing track of her excuses, and he had never questioned them. He knew, she knew he did, he wasn't dumb. But he never asked, so she never told. It was their silent agreement. Or at least she agreed to it. His house was dark...
We lost the election, and we weren't being gracious about it. The gloomy "victory" party ended hours ago and the two dozen or so of us campaign workers who hadn't stormed off into the night sat in small clusters along the walls of the hotel bar. From a raised platform near the front of the room, a DJ wearing unnecessary sunglasses broadcast some Taylor Swif...
The rain hit hard through the grim death of fog. The highways of Pennsylvania were known for their treacherous turns and near blinding fog. And in rain, it was all so much worse. The giant droplets were soothing like a rhythm of refreshing cold. Over and over until the end of time; in that moment that would have been perfectly acceptable. Deeper in the fog...