"If you're going to stare, the least you could do is come over here and shake it for me." "Wouldn't you just love that," Angie grinned from beside Matt's nightstand, where she was holding his TV tray. She had come to serve Matt his breakfast in bed, only he'd already gotten up to take his morning piss. He was standing over the toilet in his pajamas sidelon...
Spring, Miami Beach Life changing moments are all too rare, and they're usually not recognized as such until they are well past. Their significance and how they affect us for the long term is not readily apparent until some introspection takes place and then pow!, you realize that what you had thought had been a slow evolution of behavior or outlook actuall...
Note: All persons in this novel are fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of sexual activity, this story is not for you. Those scenes that are included will be either evocative rather than for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will take me as...
A/n: Sorry for the delay in bringing you all the next installation of the story. Ch. 5 and Ch. 6 were written together and was originally a single chapter before it got way too long and I split it into two. As always, I appreciate all of your support and an enormous shout out to my editors. I hope you all enjoy! ***** Shawn woke the next morning to the su...
We're all on different journeys, but we share a common road. A road that goes on forever and never looks quite the same to any two people. And all those other people rushing past in their own cars are experiencing a journey just as complex as our own; with just as many twists and turns and trials. So, take the time to wave at them and smile. It takes just...
For the real slow-dance gang and in loving memory of David R. It was early August when I finally asked Rachel out. The slow-dance gang was over by then. That probably had something to do with why I threw caution to the wind on that particular evening, though I'm really not sure. We were all still in town except for Mattieu and Lenka, and everyone else...
CHAPTER ONE: SUNDAY. An unexpected meeting in the cemetery. Tim Bloomfield put a sketchbook, soft pencils, stanley knife, eraser and pens into a plastic carrier bag, walked carefully down the stairs from his flat, let himself out of his front door tucked between a pizza restaurant and an estate agent, and crossed the road under a hot June sun to the entra...
Tela awoke early Friday morning, and laid in bed thinking about the prior two nights. Never in her wildest imagination did she think that after just two of the agreed upon nights she would already have had sex with two different men, and two women. It caused a tingling below, but the tingles were drowned out by the storming butterflies in her belly. Many "wh...
Chapter 17 A: Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band Sharon was barely able to move by the time the plane had taxied to the gate in the early hours Sunday morning. Terrified of how it would feel if any of the other passengers bumped against her, the white housewife remained buckled into her seat, trying to ignore the other passengers, many of whom were s...
(WMD = Winter Men's Dilemma; My own irreverent spin on the BBC mythology) *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *All the sexual participant in this story are eighteen, or older* *This story is NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY!* * Vlad ~ "You actually expect me to believe my Father, Br...