Author's note: This story has a little bit of most things, but I thought I should mention that there are some water sports later on since that might be an unwelcome surprise for some people. It's not the focus of the story at all, and I hope that even if it's not your thing you'll still enjoy the piece as a whole. Ratings and any feedback at all would be muc...
Memory triggers. They come rushing at you when you least suspect them. You can walk into a house and take in the heady aroma of a cake being baked and you'll be transported back to your grandmother's kitchen. You can smell an empty beer bottle and suddenly there you are playing hide and seek behind a pile of your uncle's empties. Smell is our most powerful...
Richard has been going on at me to have a little tattoo done for years and until recently I had always managed to avoid his persuasion. This year much to his delight however, I agreed to have one done. I don't know what came over me to make this decision, possibly my more exhibitionistic attitude of late or just thinking this might put the tingle back into...
I woke with a start, a small amount of drool on my cheek. I could tell from the amount of light from outside coming into the bedroom that I had slept later than I wanted. My wife wasn't in bed next to me and I looked over at the clock on the headboard. 8:27. Damn! Kyle had spent the night on the couch last night and with what happened last week when he spent...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - In 1999, overweight but pretty Abbey Rosen from Toronto takes a vacation to South Africa for a safari. This horrifies her very traditional Jewish mother, who firmly believes that Abbey should be looking for the right man to marry and start a family with rather than jetting off on vacation and into the dangers of the African bush....
Introduction: Clarissa, ex-boarding school friend and model, had been taken in by Jessica Harmondon-Smithers her long lost friend who was now a successful businesswoman in an apparently sexless marriage with Jonathan (Johnnie). Clarissa had told her a fantastic tale of abduction of herself and another down-at-heel tramp called Maggie, by a shadowy and perver...
She was frightened. Tracy was most definitely very scared of her present situation. Not that she felt that she didn't have the ability to handle this. She just never done this before. The driving she can do. The shifting of gears is second nature to her now. It should be. She been a trucker for almost 5 years. She had been well train in the arts of over the...
Andrea stepped quietly up from the cabin onto the after deck well. The clouds had come in like a blanket over the moon, underlit by the streetlights of Split. Masts and bobbing small craft could be made out around her in the dimness. She stowed her armload of towels in the PFD bin and rigged the ladder, fuming and despairing alternately. They demanded her s...
The first thing I heard was the heavy rumble of what could only have been an American V-8 engine in all its thunderous glory. I kept my focus on the broken piece of serpentine rubber that hung loosely under the hood of my gold coloured 1991 corolla. I heard the opening and slamming of a heavy car door and then the sound of creaking springs. "Howdy!" I heard...
Chapter 03 The gentlemen of New Orleans disport themselves at a pique-nique The August sun blazed down on the porch. I sat in the shade, surveying Parcbeau, the plantation of my ancestors and now my care. Last winter's ice, carefully hoarded in the icehouse, tinkled in my glass and brought some welcome relief to the heat. I mopped my brow with a silk handk...