This story is about a fantasy I have held deep inside for over a year now. I have played it out many times in my mind, and this is how it would go... It was a rainy Tuesday night. My husband had long since left for work. I was bored with the thought of being home all alone. I called him and told him that I was thinking of going out for the night. He asked m...
Please leave your comments, I appreciate any feedback! ************************* It's been so humid recently, my car feels almost unbearable driving back to our secluded country home, and even with the windows down the air outside is too warm for comfort. As soon as I walk through the door I start stripping off, trying to get comfortable after a day at wo...
day one Each decade seems to be labeled by society with a descriptive word that describes the societal status of the times. The sixties were the era of free love. The eighties were the years of financial decadence where money was in abundance, spent freely, almost wastefully. The nineties seem to be headed towards an era of new sexual expression, the world...
It's been a long journey but we're here at last in the bijou cosiness of this quaint country cottage. Why we're here and how we got here doesn't matter but we were really lucky to find that little diner on the way and now all we want to do is relax and unwind. It's early autumn and the sun illuminates the golden leaves on the trees outside as it slowly sets...
He had arrived and taken the room first, then phoned her the room number. She knocked a short while later and he opened the door. The room was darkened by drawn curtains, lit softly with candles, and smelled of incense. She was only a silhouette against the bright daylight outside, but when he closed the door behind her, she grew brighter in a thin summer f...
We curl up on the couch, a warm coco in one hand and you in my other arm. It is raining outside, and I can hear it pattering against the bay window that overlooks the Melbourne harbor. A small fire is going I realize this is one of those fleeting moments when all is right with the world. It is Saturday day morning and we woke up late. We had spent the previo...
Coming out of my dazed moment of imagined passion, I hear her as she calls my name telling me that there's another 'crisis' moment on the other end of the phone line. I walk toward her desk instead of telling her to transfer the call to the phone next to me. I know, I know, it's just a cheap thrill for me but I find myself looking to steal any moment when I...
It was dark and hot, the old house was stuffy with all the windows closed. After driving all day, sitting in traffic for hours, they'd arrived in the dark and found the electricity was still disconnected. Jacob ranted and swore, stomping around the house like a child in a temper tantrum. Still, in the end, he had to admit defeat. The lights weren't coming on...
If, as I was waking up in my hotel bed this morning, you'd kneeled by my bedside and told me how this evening would go, I couldn't have believed you if I was as high as Paula and I were now. This exact scenario, or some variation of it, had been a secret fantasy of mine since July. That's when Paula moved into my office — Paula, the cute, sarcastic-as-hell,...
Why did I do it…? Winona thought in her sad state, what was so special about those shoes? Winona was morbidly depressed. She was not allowed to leave her house just in case she might flee. I would do anything to not go to jail, anything. "Why me?" Winona interrupted her train of thought with a simple statement of anguish and sorrow. It was about 9:00...