The day was dragging on, for the both of them. It was only 12pm but it felt like it should've been later. She made her way over to the couch where her partner was sitting watching television. He smiled at her and turned his attention back to the screen. She surveyed his physical form as she did quite often, he was tall, tanned with dark hair and had fantas...
February 14, 2010 Dear John, I am writing you this letter to know how much I have adored you and how attracted to you I have become over the years that I have known you. I have watched you grow into the fine young man you are, and have been infatuated with you for a very long time. I was going to wait until your high school graduation to give this to you...
An Unfortunate Afternoon I was berating myself over my decision to come to the bank today. This bank in particular. It was a financial institution I had never been in before, but I thought I'd pick up a money order on the way home from work for a purchase I was to make. Now, I found myself embroiled in the middle of a terrorist stand-off at a bank in the mi...
Ben pushed the door open slowly. The hall was dark, candles sporadically lighting a path to the kitchen. He smiled lazily and dropped his suitcase next to a small table. He started on his way, wondering what Grace would be wearing. In the kitchen Grace heard the front door open and grinned to herself. Ben would join her momentarily. She glanced at the table...
I have always prided myself in being a leader and not a follower, and it did not surprise me that I did not fall into the majority of women on most scenarios. After purchasing my home, however, I found one area in which I do fall into the majority, and after the discovery, I have come to feel comfortable with the vast numbers of women with which I share this...
The door bell range just a little past 9 p.m. on a Thursday night. Karen Miller had just come out of the shower and she was dripping wet. She wasn’t expecting anyone, but she quickly toweled off and put on a short summer weight robe – no time to look for a bra or panties. Karen took a quick peak through the curtains and she could see D. Franklin Diderot,...
Author's note This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance between characters and any real person living or dead is purely coincidental. I am deeply indebted to Juicy Starchild for her critique, editing and generally making my story a better read * It was 7.45am on a Friday and I could hear people outside, putting out their bins ready for the rubb...
Glasses clanked in the background, the sound of water muffling the distant sounds from the kitchen as her slender figure walked into the steaming shower and closed the door to the shower stall behind her. Dinner had been lovely, as he had insisted on cooking, and the taste of butter and lobster still clung to her lightly tinted lips. Sighing and walking into...
I'd just taken a bite of my sandwich when my desk phone rang. Trying not to let shredded lettuce and tomato drop onto my desk I reached for the phone and didn't check the caller ID. "Hello, this is Stephanie, how may I help you?" "Hey. It's me," said the husky voice in my ear. "Me" was, until a few weeks earlier, the man with whom I'd ended so many of my...
I was walking down the dimly lit street, confident in my ability to take care of myself if trouble should come looking for me. I know i was asking for it as much as it was looking for me. I smile to myself and flip my long blond hair over my delicate shoulders. The little black dress, chosen by my friend Sarah, hugged my soft rounded curves lovingly, like a...