A Lucky Guy? Maybe yes, maybe no. You make the call. "So, did you have a good time Friday night?" Those were the first words my wife, Laura, spoke as I walked through the door to my home on Monday evening. By the sarcastic tone in her voice and the fire in her eyes, I figured 'the cat was out of the bag' as they say. My only recourse was to tell the truth,...
I've often felt that the web that connects mother and daughter is paradoxically as strong as steel and as fragile as glass, particularly when secrets are woven into its threads. Never was this more abundantly illustrated than in my own life. The screen door slammed closed with the arrival of my granddaughter Thea, returning tearfully from yet another tempe...
I hope you enjoy this story. This story is being told primarily by Merilee but her daughter, Cherry will also speak. There is a little rough sex in this story. If that offends you, you may want to skip this story. Edited by DRGRiffin Introduction My name is Merilee. I am what most people would call trailer trash. I have always been trailer trash. My mot...
(Connie, Yvonne, Sarah, and Tipton were real people, but this story is not what really happened. Just what I wish had happened.) Reputation. That was the name of the game for most of the women at the small university I was attending in 1970. You either had a bad one or a good one, and your whole future depended on which one you had. The Sexual Revolution...
To all those who read all three parts of this story before I submitted this part I am sincerely sorry. I had mistakenly left this part out. Thanks to a few readers I was made aware of this mistake and I happy to add the missing section. I hope this will never happen again. Thank you. Our first invitation arrived at the end of September. Julie spotted it fi...
With the fall of evening I was treated to a joyous reunion with my Father. We ate a light supper in the Gallery, amidst portraits of our ancestors, depicted with regal poise as their children frolicked in games and play. My favoured painting was of myself, holding the reins as I sat upon my childhood stallion whilst from between his front legs Kitty peered o...
(It was 1892 and I, David Shaw, then aged 19 joined 'Maynard and Son, Purveyors to Gentlewomen and the Aristocracy' on Upper Richmond Road, Putney. The job involved providing 'underskirt services' to single women. This was my third day with the firm) *** That evening, back at Maynard's I met another fellow who told me that he'd just returned from an 'over-...
Chapter 29 Picking up where I left off... I enrolled at the University of Cincinnati, and walked on to the football team, made it, and became the fourth string quarterback. I was second string before graduating, but nothing ever came of what might have been a noteworthy career. I left baseball behind for good. While not a really well-known school, the U...
I tossed through a pitiful sleep, my dreams haunted by my impending reality. The dream began with a tremendous thunderstorm rolling in, the clouds looked menacing and there were hundreds of lightning strikes and the claps of thunder were deafening. Without warning I watched as a powerful tornado formed from the storm clouds and destroyed everything in its pa...
Author's Note: The only thanks we get are your comments and e-mails. Please let us know how you like this story. What's good, and what's not so good. Thank you. ***** My Gemini Adventures The first semester was progressing nicely enough for me. The most significant differences between High School and college were: a) in college the teachers told you what...