A story by Just Plain Bob She stood at the sink looking out the window as she did the breakfast dishes. The yard looked, for lack of a better word, unkempt. The flower beds were full of color and the grass was green, but something was a little off. A little like a man dressed up in a suit and tie and with polished shoes that gleamed, but needing a haircut....
Author's Note: This is really part two of "The Chess Player", as it took place immediately after the incident in the motel with the chess game. Thought you'd like to know that in case you're keeping score. * * * * * As I got into the front seat of our BMW, I made no effort to cover my legs with my dress. It had settled comfortably about two-thirds up my th...
It was a typical Wednesday night after work. I'd met up with the guys for our weekly bowling league. As we usually did after finishing, we'd gone into the bar for a couple of beers before heading home. What wasn't typical, was I noticed the same rather attractive woman sitting at the bar again. I had seen her last week sitting in what I thought might have be...
The next morning I made a cup of tea with the kettle and things that had been left in the room. Lyn was asleep still. I showered and sat in an armchair across from her reading an old magazine I'd found by the bed. She stirred and sat up. 'There's a cup of tea there, not long made.' 'Thanks,' she said. 'Come over here..' I sat on the edge of the bed beside...
Note: This story is a sequel to my previous story, "Natasha's Ploy", so I would recommend that you read that story to familiarise yourself with the premise and background of the story first, before sinking your teeth into this one. ***** Emma slipped her hand into her bra and readjusted her breast so that it sat a bit more comfortably in the cup. She had...
I finished feeding the cat and sank down onto the kitchen chair with a deep sigh. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, and tried to unwind, but I was still too keyed up. So I poured myself a glass of cheap Bordeaux, walked into the living room, put a blues CD into the stereo and sank onto the sofa. As days went, mine had been a bitch. Late to get up, l...
Sabrina Bradford had taken her seat at the stadium and was anxious to see who would be starting today. She followed the local college team closely and knew that some starters had graduated and had to be replaced. Sabrina grew up watching baseball with her father, who was a scout for the farm team of the San Diego Padres; this lead to her following a lot of l...
Everything with Godwin felt like a dream. By the time she left work she had almost convinced herself that it had been a dream, at least the more... unusual parts of it. Godwin was an incubus? Preposterous. She laughed, suddenly sure that preposterous was exactly the word Godwin would have chosen. Instead of going home, she killed time in a coffee shop clo...
This chapter is lighter on action, and focuses more on character, but it does set up a lot of things that follow in the rest of the chapters. I promise a lot of the conversation is at least about naughty topics. As always, I appreciate the stars, favorites, follows, and comments everyone has left. Chip Key Clouds: 1, Touching, White Canaries: 2, Kissing...
Chapter 29 DAY ONE AT BOB'S CABIN (Author's comment: This has been a long journey. I hope you have read the first 28 chapters. If you have not, I hope that you'll still enjoy this chapter and if you do, perhaps you'll go back to the beginning to see how we got here. Enjoy this first day in the Smoky Mountains.) Friday morning Suzie and I pulled up in f...