"So what time will you be back?" I called out. I smiled as I watched my wife move around the front of the house in her last second preparations before going out. Her lovely figure captured in an elegant silk blouse and knee length skirt, with a pair of pumps accentuating her toned calves. I watched her toss her long, thick, auburn hair as she put on the last...
Keeping one eye on the road, she found the volume dial on the car radio and she quickly turned it up. She loved this song and couldn't help singing along. Her fingers were tapping out a syncopated rhythm on the steering wheel when the ring of her cell phone cut through. Her eyes darted to the display, the smile instantaneous as she turned the music down. Slo...
Perfect golden autumn day. Those seven syllables kept rolling through my mind, part of a haiku that was trying to emerge as I raked up leaves in the yard I had known so well as a child. It was, indeed, a perfect golden autumn day, a day that evokes the sweeter side of melancholy, an incomplete emptiness that leaves hope available. I was home again - not my h...
She was nervous beyond belief; she wasn't the type to do this kind of thing. Hell, if she hadn't decided to ask her best friend about it, she wouldn't be here right now. She checked behind her as she kept walking. "It's too damn cold for this...I should've picked a warmer day." A few joggers ran past her down the sidewalk, under the metro station; people...
My name is Sarah Case and I live in lower Manhattan, with three guys, Chris Cline, Jason Reed, and Jay Haze. About 10 months ago we opened a club in Queens called M57. It was a big hit and we started to make a lot of money. So they were all pretty happy, but I was miserable. I bet you are wondering why? Well, Chris has been my best friend since we were in...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. I had been working in the Information Systems Department on a Claims project for nearly two years before Elia came into...
As a child, for Halloween I always wore some off-the-shelf costume from the five-and-dime. During my junior year of college, such a chintzy costume wasn't suitable for the Halloween party my housemate and I were going to host. The 70s, the decade of the streaker, had just expired and I considered attending the party wearing nothing but running shoes and a sm...
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My wife Diane is a typical 24 year old young woman in every way, except for the fact that she has grown more and more sexual as she gets older. She is beautiful, five foot six inches, 127 pounds carrying a 36C chest with shoulder length auburn hair. She inherited her long, sexy legs from her mother's side of the family. She loves to dress to show off her gre...
It all started with my dopey sister-in-law, Wendy. She's always been a little 'showy' - short skirts, tight little T-shirts and all that sort of thing - whereas I've always been too embarrassed to expose too much flesh (I don't even sunbathe topless when no-one can see me). My husband, Dave, always tries to encourage me and reckons that I've got an even bett...