As best I have been able to tell, my sugar addiction started even before I was born. My mother ate sweets for more than half her caloric intake from my conception until my birth. Things got worse when I was a child. We always had candy and soft drinks around the house, donuts or sweet rolls for breakfast, and intensely sugary desserts like baklava every nig...
This is a coming of age story of a young man in the 1960s. My father and I never really got along. He was a hard man, few words and worked hard all of his life to provide for his family. He was tough though. When I turned 13 he came to me and told me that he would provide a roof over my head, food on the table and laundry, but if I wanted any thing else th...
She knocked at the door, and he opened it, a tall man in his mid-forties, dark hair showing a few threads of silver at the temples, fair skin with a light tan, dark brows shadowing hooded eyes that looked her up and down for a moment. Stepping back, he pulled the door wider, and waved a hand in a tacit invitation to enter. She walked past him into the spaci...
Ethan sat back on his haunches and watched Vivian through the crackling firelight. Her mane of red hair was thrown back and she laughed richly at the story her friend was telling her. Vivian and Ethan had been married now for almost four years and he was still amazed sometimes that this smart, beautiful, woman had agreed to spend her life with him. Ethan had...
After my exile from my home to study the dull career of computer programming, I've been overexposed to the internet trolling and the quite side of living the bachelor's life. For me it was weird to image that some people couldn't blossom as I did, but some people just won't shut up about how its SOOO hard to find anyone. This is list for that "Forever Alone"...
Before arriving home from my first year at college, my mom called and told me I wouldn't have luck finding a summer job. The gold mine that once kept the small town going had closed down, and the wives of miners took all the summertime jobs the younger people usually took. Once I got home, I found myself without a thing to do. The first day I was home, my mo...
Kelly opened her eyes to the gray foam ceiling tiles of a college dorm room. Her head lulled to the side. There was her boyfriend lying naked next to her, ripped chest heaving, his limp penis still deflating into the neon green condom. I'm really sleeping with a football player, she thought. How cliché. Kelly elbowed herself up to a seated position, making...
Amy Lynn Steele watched with trepidation through the trees at the vast array of forestry equipment parked along side the logging road. For the past six hours she had biked her way up from Greenville, taking the many logging roads that interlaced the Great North Woods of northern, Maine. Now as the evening sun began to make its reddish glow on the western rid...
Authors Note: This is the first of a series of stories revolving around Freedom Love Jones (aka Dom) and a young stripper named Emily. The series itself is not chronological so the stories won't be identified as "chapters" but I will include "Dom and Emily" as a key word if you would like to follow along as Dom introduces his young lover to various sexual di...
April wasn't true to her word. Almost immediately upon coming home, she got together with her best friend, Melody Meador, whom she's known since they were both twelve. They had gone through Eckstein (middle school) and Roosevelt (high school) almost as if they were joined at the hip—except those numerous times when April went off to one party after the oth...