Life has changed dramatically after moving in with Jamie. I find that I had traded the comfortable but boring life of a mild mannered housewife with a cold and occasionally abusive husband for an exciting life with an indomitable free spirit who pours his fiery passion for beauty into everything he does, whether he's crafting a new beer, building a car, or m...
Friday Night Part 1 We decide to leave our cars at an obscure parking garage downtown as to not draw suspicion and take a rental car down. We get a red 4 door sedan model. Something simple. I drive and we head for Savannah. We talk about things, ours lives, what has been going on, our spouses and how they don't pay us enough attention, and dirty things. I t...
I sit on the couch with my feet curled under me, watching a movie. Knock, knock, knock. I look towards the front door, a frown on my face; I'm not expecting anyone. I stand, pause the movie, smooth my shirt, tuck my hair behind my ears, and head to the door. In the little mirror right next to the door, I check my face to make sure I'm presentable. When I...
Another quick piece of smut for your pleasure. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you to arienette for the inspiration of this piece. Please vote and comment when you're done. A clear idea of my efforts help me write better. "Oh damn," I think as I enter our apartment. I can tell something's wrong from the soft sounds coming from the living room. Going there, I f...
I sincerely apologize for taking so long to write the end to this story. I'd never even meant to make it a two-parter -- I was just so tired the night I wrote it, the very night that I saw the girl who inspired this little fantasy, that I figured I'd pick it up the next night. Months later, here's the conclusion. The moral of the story? I shouldn't write mu...
It's early on a Saturday morning. Everything is ready. Our goal is the country, the mountains, as far away from the city congestion as possible. I'm wearing my black leather pants with matching jacket, boots, and a white tank top. My pants feel so supple. I love the way they mold themselves against my long legs. You whistle as I come out of the bedroom, admi...
The parking lot is almost deserted -except for your truck. Shiny black. So is your shadow in the cab. I park near a light pole about 20 ft. away. There's no one around. Did you know it would be empty? Have you been here before? Doing this? I'm nervous, trembling a little. I'm I really doing this? I take a deep breath and get out of my car. I'm still u...
New York is a big town. A town where you don't know anybody, a town where you are always on the run and a town that never sleeps. The streets are lined with buildings, all crammed in to small lots, leaving the city no room to breath. Robert Davis, a twenty-five year old stockbroker, lives in New York. He has only been here a year and still is not used to ho...
D'Amcico's Corner Lounge was as full as it ever got on a Thursday afternoon. Pete D'Amico, owner and bartender, was in his usual spot, behind the bar talking with Lou Abitante. Lou was in his usual spot, end stool farthest from the door, beer in hand and words pouring out of his mouth. The only other person in the joint was an older gentleman, impeccably dre...
While walking down the hall, Ari can't hide the smile across her face. She runs into one of her friends who had stayed late for soccer practice. "Hey Ari! What's the smile for?" Jenn asks. "Oh nothing. I was just thinking about a guy I like," Ari replies with a quick laugh, replaying the hot scene that occurred a few minutes ago. "Well I can tell that you...