NOTE: I am going to be talking about suicide, however, at present, I am NOT suicidal. My diagnosis is "Clinical Depression with Suicidal Ideation," which means that I'm never completely free of the thought, it's just a matter of what level it's at today. My mother raised me better than to lie, so I honestly can't promise you what's going to happen 20 minutes...
Jamie sat in his plane seat annoyed, annoyed that the stewardess mistook him for a girl, annoyed that the baby behind him had been crying for hours and annoyed that he only had a single earplug rendering it useless. He was always teased for his looks, but he just grew accustomed to the teasing. As a matter of fact he was glad of his appearance it was because...
INTRODUCTION: A few weeks back, Cloacas made a strong comment on a story. He proposed that the whole husband-runs-away genre was silly from day one, and it's high time we all put the whole damned thing to bed and come up with something more original. Unfortunately, originality has never been my strong suit, and I was already half way through this, my third a...
Everything was peaceful and quiet, a rarity for anyone who worked in the maternity ward. Debra Denison had been a registered nurse going on five years now. Most everyone who knew her called her "Deedee" though, in spite of the nametag she wore on her uniform that said her name was Debra Denison, RN. Deedee was an attractive looking woman, at a smidgeon over...
I lost myself in work and fortunately there was so much of it that I never had a free moment to spend thinking about Gail. I hadn't been home five minutes when the phone rang and caller ID showed that it was Gail. I didn't take the call or any of the four others that came after it before unplugging the phone and going to bed. I skipped gym the next morning...
Helen met with Carole in a cute little coffee shop they had discovered many years ago after Carole's husband had died. They had been coming here regularly ever since. Everyone at the place knew both of the women and treated them like royalty when they came in. Helen had helped the owner out when she was having trouble with her husband who was over possessive...
Feliciti looked in the mirror. Her husband Ramone was pulling his black Levi jeans up. His stomach was lean and hard and his arms and shoulders were heavily muscled from working as a mechanic on big construction equipment every day. His hands stopped buttoning his fly and her eyes lifted up to meet his. "Like what you see, babe." Ramone bull- frogged. His e...
Characters: • Linda, hotwife, 33 years old, a tight & fit yoga instructor of Mediterranean Italian heritage with olive skin tone and long, luscious, brown hair, and curvaceous proportions. Linda has an insatiable sexual appetite, has always dreamed of a manly man, but learned only after marriage that her husband held cuckold and sissy tendencies. Loves her...
I stood in front of the mirror and I had to admit I didn't look too bad for a forty-four year old woman. My frizzy, kinky black hair hung just below my shoulders and I wore a simple gold chain around my neck, a shiny contrast against my skin and a stark polarity with my dark eyes. The V-neck of my silky red dress pointed to the cleavage between my breasts, w...
"Love, exciting and new . . ." As Jaime and Mike Fisher stepped off the plane into the jet way in Ft. Lauderdale, they were enveloped by Florida's sweltering heat and sticky humidity. Only three hours earlier they had boarded a small commuter jet in Moline, Illinois. Before the plane could depart, it had to be deiced by spraying the leading edges of the win...