He wanted them to marry but she was doubtful. This story is entirely fictional. Tom Cassavettes was sprawled in a canvas chair reading the book list of the university course he was about to attend. The afternoon sun was hot and the air was humid enough to be stirred with a spoon when his thoughts were disturbed by a shrill voice. He followed the sound an...
The Pig's Ass porter's taste is bitter. Violent convulsions drive through my tongue and down my throat with the warm creamy brown flood. The Porter, causes reflection of a meal at a Tarbert's guest house years before . We were there eating the local offering of steak pie. It cried for a drink that matched it. The only brew offered came from the local pub. Th...
It was a hot and humid summer. It had been in the nineties for almost a week and it looked like it was just getting hotter. Eve heard her the alarm on her running app beep and she knew she could walk for the next minute. She took a deep breath and continued her training session. Sweat was dripping down her back and her hair was matted. She had a goal in min...
Their third day on the cruise was not a good day for the lovers. Dennis and his wife went ashore to look at the souvenir shops and take an inland tour. Arlene and her family went ashore only briefly and returned to the ship. She, her husband and the kids spent much of the day together, playing at the pool and wandering around the ship. By dinner, all were...
(continuing from Life Gets Better, they had just finished a torrid session) "Yummy," he heard her say as she lay there. "I think we'll stay in tonight and I'll cook something," he said. He smiled at her and added, "I hope I can still walk to the market." Somehow red meat sounded like a perfect meal tonight. *************************** It had been goo...
Buffalo, of all places, Buffalo. I started a new job several months ago, and they are sending me for training in Buffalo, New York, in the middle of the winter. I think the temperature is only 6 degrees during the day. I was only going for three days, and even though it was cold I was kind of looking forward to the interaction with other adults and the quiet...
Hello, there. My name is Stephen Valcourt. Who am I? Just a tall, good-looking black man originally from the Island of Haiti. I moved to Atlanta with my parents, Frank and Ellen Valcourt in 1999. I graduated high school in 2003 and enrolled at Morehouse College the following year. In 2005, I graduated ahead of my time from Morehouse and joined the Atlanta In...
Emma was left alone for six days in a strange city in a foreign country, away from her parents who were caring for her two children. It was understandable she was miserable about this but she was happy for her husband Paul who'd left excitedly that morning as a member of a five-person party on a charter fishing trip – a catch guaranteed, which Paul had said...
Things started off innocently enough. Thomas sent me an e-mail telling me how much he enjoyed one of my published stories. Of course, I wrote him back to say, "thanks." However, our innocuous little exchanges were just the beginning of what was to become a torrid affair. We began e-mailing each other on a regular basis, sometimes we would "chat" for hours....
Rylee always wore a baseball cap and this day was no exception. It was a standard part of his maintenance uniform and kept the sun out of his eyes as he traversed between buildings fixing everything from busted pipes to plaster dings. He was six feet tall, naturally tanned by his work outdoors, and had incredible green eyes the color of a pine tree in a rain...