I couldn't tell you how long I've been away. It felt as if all my days have blended together. For all I knew, something that happened yesterday could have easily happened last week. My day generally started before the sun came up and finished well after the sun went down. Ambient lighting and climate control often simulated the normal business hours of the d...
This story was prompted by a recent trip to NYC and all the impressive skyscrapers. Thanks to LSEiland for editing this story. Her suggestions are appreciated, as she is never afraid to redirect me when I stray. ***** Ken stopped by Kimberly's desk. He was her supervisor- or boss, as her friends called him, though he didn't care for that title. They work...
Sybil woke up to the phone ringing, her eyes were blurry from wine and a late night. The sun was shining in the windows, it was making it more difficult to see the clock but she could at least make out that it was past nine. She fumbled for the phone and pressed the button, who was calling her at this hour. "Hello...?" She grumbled as she sunk her face in...
There is someone for everyone. Isn't there? Never married or in a serious relationship, Gary worked five days a week and half a day Saturday in a machine shop. He had been employed there for 15 years, since he graduated from high school. It was a good job with a good wage, benefits, and overtime, and as much as the routine drove him mad after a while, he ne...
Part One: I was up in my bedroom studying when I heard Nora's distinctive and nagging voice, shrieking at her husband Jim. "You're not suppose to cut the lawn like this! The lines are suppose to go up and down, not sideways!" Nora yelled. At that point I looked outside my window. They had been arguing for a good ten minutes at least. Jim and Nora were our...
My husband and I live in a high-rise apartment in our mid-western city. Our neighbors in the next apartment are also a married couple, a little younger than we are. We have a lot in common, and we have become close friends. I don't want to use names, not even first names, because you never know who might read this. The woman next door has a job that requ...
He'd moved in a month before after a long search for the right home. It was a nice place near the end of a cul-de-sac and this prevented people from driving through the neighborhood. The place had three bedrooms and was reasonably new yet perfectly maintained. He worked from home and late one afternoon he came outside to his car and the neighbors across the...
She swirled the martini in her glass, made the right way with vermouth and gin. The one olive moved with the tiny waves she was creating. The speakeasy was close to her rented room, not the most posh place she'd ever settled for a drink, but not the dingiest, either. Looking around, she could see that it used to be a nice building. The mirror behind the bar...
**I have been reading stories on this site for several years but this is the first time I have ever written one. The stories that turn me on the most are the ones that are true, or at least written as true. I decided that if I were going to write one I would only write about my real experiences. So what follows is my first account of something that happened...
At Francie's house, it was a dark and stormy night. The power was out and the only light came from the sensual candles she had lit. Normally they were used for other purposes, but this night they provided the necessary illumination needed to change into her sexy sheer nightgown. Just putting on this beautiful yellow silk gown began to get Francie wet as she...