This is a stand alone story, but it's also a continuation of the story Lusciously Thick. * Mike Johnson was a school teacher and the basketball coach at one of the county's prestigious high schools. In the fall or the spring when he didn't have to coach, his day was pretty much over by 3:30PM giving him over two hours alone before his wife, Angie, arrived...
Thanks to estragon, copy-editor. I hope you enjoy this quick, yet steamy read. ~ Red They had both had an exhausting and emotion-filled month. Things were said and each had begun to question their role in the other's life. Over time, though, and through countless tears, they had finally come back to the same page. The conflicts that had threatened to des...
When I first saw Karyn, there was only one thing I was sure of... There wasn't going to be anything between the two of us. Not that there should have been, because after all, Karyn Miller wasn't coming to my house for my personal amusement. She was a Home Health Aide, assigned to visit me four times a week as I recovered from back surgery, and the first day...
He didn't even see the fist descending, but he sure as hell felt it. It smashed into his jaw so hard it rocked the chair to which he was tied. What happens when an irresistible force meets an immovable object? The object hurts like hell. He leaned over as far as he could in his restraints, his long brown hair writhing in the sweat and blood pasting his brow...
This story has been written specially for a friend, they know who they are. Quincy 2 Hook Line and Sinker Quincy smiled affectionately at the younger man as they re-checked the equipment necessary to go fishing. They would be spending the next couple of days together, camping under the stars at night and fishing in the large tranquil lake by day. Quincy re...
I had originally planned this to be a single short story (the part which became Act II). But anticipating that I'd want to add to it, I began writing other parts – all out of order. And by the time I decided to bring them together, I could not find a graceful way to link Act I and Act II. It is a little disjointed, I know, but I do not think this takes awa...
I met this girl once upon a time. Completely hit it off with her on what pretty much amounted to chance. I mean, who could have predicted the situation through which we initially met. That situation led to one thing and then another and now I can barely keep up with her as she jumps through all of these hoops on her own dragging me with her. Some of them hav...
My sister is two years older than me. At one time, maybe ten years ago, she played sports. Was actually good at soccer. But for years now, she's just very, I don't know, girly. She was a cheer leader in high school. She likes frilly clothes and pays attention to who's popular, goes gaga over singers and movie stars. I'll admit that she's pretty, always has g...
Chapter 2: Intimacy This story is semi-sequel to the original, "Impassioned." Though it's meant to stand alone, parts and phrases may be more meaningful if the original has been read. Neither of the stories are particularly wild or fantastic, which I think is the hottest part about them: remember as you read that you are a simple chance-meeting away from be...
"I can't believe you did that!" Becky shouted at me on the phone. I laughed, "Can't believe I did what?" "You wrote that we had sex in your journal! Bob read the damn thing! Now he's so damn pissed he wants to break up with me," Becky said, sounding upset. "So, I didn't say I wouldn't write about the fact we didn't have sex, I said I would write good t...