This story is not about cheating wives or cuckolded husbands. If that's your thing, you may prefer to read something else more titillating. Instead, my story concerns the relationship between two people who love each other, but who are struggling to deal with the cards life has dealt them. * * * Raucous laughter momentarily rose above the bland pop music s...
Trudy was a fun loving girl right from her earliest recollections and had enjoyed life to the fullest extent. When she was at school, and later at college, Trudy had done everything she could to enjoy her life. This meant sometimes doing things of which other people, especially her fellow students, didn't approve. Her earliest recollection of her sexuality...
Saturday morning began with a full country breakfast. Scrambled eggs with bacon, link sausages, hash browns, pancakes with fresh country butter and syrup, and thick slices of cantaloupe. After the dishes had been cleared and Papa Howard had puffed his pipe in his homemade wooden rocking chair on the front porch for a few minutes, we all went to our assigned...
We as a species have this obsessive need to label things. To separate ourselves and others into these neat elitists little groups. We start in school with the in crowds the out crowds the nerds the geeks and the others. As we start to look outside ourselves and our sphere of self we notice the world and the groups we have set for the outside world. Rather th...
Cheryl sat in the living room mindlessly listening to the weatherman's weather report and sipping her morning coffee while watching the snow make snowcaps out of the cars parked outside. They should have cancelled school she thought, but this surprise snowstorm had fooled everyone. She could have used another hour's sleep instead of having had to drive the k...
At 38, Rosie had just had a fourth miscarriage. After the last one, she and Paul had been through the entire battery of investigations and treatments cold, hard cash could buy, before their gynaecologist had told them firmly that their only option was adoption. "But I want Paul's baby," Rosie had sobbed into Samantha's shoulder after the appointment. "Paul...
He was fucking around. Lydia could smell it on him. Guys like Nick, they hit their mid forties and couldn't help themselves. It was the last hurrah of a guttering-out libido. She drew up a list of potential candidates. It wouldn't be hookers. Nick was too cheap to pay for it. Someone from work was more likely. Some needy slag he'd spun around with male ang...
Jackie bit her lower lip, her eyes searching the crowd for the Englishman. She and her husband Don had been emailing him for sometime, almost a year. Now as she waited for him to arrive, her palms were once again hot and sweaty. She rubbed them down her thighs, wiping the offensive moisture onto the soft denim fabric. Don sat there with her. He too was nervo...
Mandy worried about telling about her time with Uncle Jim way back when she was nineteen. She was ashamed to tell her sisters the first part of her story about her time with Uncle Jim following their Truth or Dare game twenty years ago. Both her sisters had lived up to the rules and the implied promise to have sex with him. At that time, she was still a virg...
Chapter 2- For Concession Thursday night was a repeat of Wednesday, just with a different movie. And this time, I was more appropriately dressed and wasn't surprised by what she expected. It took me a little longer to get worked up, especially once the dialogue started on the TV- it was distracting. But after a few minutes, I was ready and simply said, "Cl...