Nike was all of 5' 3" in shoes and nearly 107-lb when wet. She was a petite raven haired beauty that could pass for an American Indian, a Chinese woman or even a Philippine-American, since all the blood-roots ran in her ancestry. But she was borne and raised in Louisiana, and spoke Creole and French. Her English suffered a heavy Cajun accent barely understan...
This is my entry to the 2019 Valentine's Day Contest. Please be kind with your stars. I'd also love to receive comments. I hope you like the story! I was worried about money. My living style, not extravagant by any means, exceeded my income. I had a decent enough job, it was just that my salary was too low. I worked for corporate America and there was no wa...
So this is the final chapter in this story. Thank you for everyone who voted, commented, and/or gave feedback. I'd appreciate knowing peoples' thoughts on the story overall, whether they've commented before or not. Chip Key Nickname value, favor, color Clouds: 1, Touching, White Canaries: 2, Kissing, Yellow Lipstick: 5, Oral, Red Skies: 10, Sex, Blue...
The Wrong Way Road Trip - Part 9 - Success Creates a Crisis Weeks quickly passed as the blog audience continued to grow. As did Jeremy, who added ounces almost daily and developed a loud voice when he wanted something. Kate and the baby were back in bed with me, and the interruptions to sleep were fewer. "When does the book say he will sleep through?" "Do...
1876... "Yup! Still in Hell." Sadie Outlaw opened her eyes to an early morning breeze over the rough terrain that she had set up camp on. Even in this era the sunrise was beautiful over Texas. She just wished that there was a Starbuck's right around the corner. Sadly with as much gear as she was unwilling to leave behind a coffee pot was not on her list. F...
I have never related this to anyone. Now in my sixtieth year, I have started to look back at what has made me the man I am, my fondness for women and, especially, I look back upon past encounters with women older than me with great fondness. I spent the late 70's at University, spending the first year staying in the Halls of Residence. You might be familiar...
(If you haven't already, please read "The Bridge" by RichardGerald here first and then my own "The Bridge - a Little More". This won't make a lot of sense otherwise.) What's love got to do, got to do with it What's love, but a second hand emotion -Tina Turner It has been a year since my dinner with my ex-wife Gloria at her request. In retrospect I don't f...
"You made all of these arrangements yesterday morning?" Tyler asked. He saw Katie nodding her response before she verbalized it over their video call. As she had promised him last night, she had called him this morning as soon as she had gotten dressed and ready for her meeting with the owners of the vehicle she had hoped to buy. "Sure, but I had some help...
One evening, I had agreed to join a large group of friends for dinner at a local restaurant. One of my friends brought along a woman named, Ruby. I sat next to her that night and knew at first glance, we were physically complete opposites. She was a decade older than me, very tall with long, straight dark hair pulled back in a huge ponytail. She was extremel...
Katherine had found about a public charity donation event by the slightly annoying medium of a brightly-colored flyer under her windshield wiper. It was being held at the slightly rundown building where she’d once rented for a week as a gallery for her art. Appropriately, the building was covered in graffiti. She had gathered up some old clothing and canned...