It's the fourteenth of February. It's a day that gives most men real difficulty. What to get, what to do, how to show their love for their significant other, or girlfriend or, well, whatever. My wife of thirty plus years isn't big on presents. It took many years feeling like I failed each year to realize that presents just aren't her thing, either receiving...
Pam didn't start to have a mid-life crisis until she was in her early forties. She divorced her first husband after learning of his affair with his secretary. She didn't meet her second husband, Arthur, until her thirty-fifth birthday, almost fifteen years later. She was looking at birthday cards at a local card store, wondering which ones she might receiv...
(Sunday, return flight) "Ladies and gentlemen, we will be arriving in Columbus in about an hour." The captain continues his spiel as I look out the airplane window, continuing to reflect on the last weekend. I just wonder how I'm going to forget about everything that happened. I should explain. I'm getting married in six days, and meeting Marilyn and falli...
Note : This is work of fiction. All characters are 18 and above at the time of narration. * Hi Friends, How are you? I am Neelam, once again coming with an interesting story of an unusual twist of events in the life of a young girl of poor family. If you, by chance, happen to pass on Arapaho street at Beltline in the city of Dallas, U.S.A. you will see a...
When Julie got home, Gary was already in bed. She breathed a sigh of relief. She had been worried that her guilt would be obvious to him. It also gave her an opportunity to clean up and change her panties, which could just as easily have given her away. When she woke up in the morning, the events of the night before had faded. Not that she felt less guilty,...
"Well well, look who remembered where her milk was coming from." Casica fumes from Carina's comment but plasters on the most apologetic look she can muster. "C I'm so…" "Car." Carina interrupts Cassie, stopping her in her tracks. "What?" "Call me Car." She says simply as two effeminate males slink from the salon blonde bombshell. They're all dress...
This story is, like others of mine in this genre, a fantasy. I have had much fan-mail, mostly favourable, but there have been those who misunderstand the true nature of BDSM – even one who thought I ought to have learned something from Nazi death camps! I think of myself as a feminist, and anti-violence, and believe that the receiver of punishment may...
I've explored this theme before: first love and where it leads or doesn't lead. I'm convinced that in most cases it ends, as it should for all sorts of good reasons. My first love in college was a striking brunette who, I was firmly convinced, would someday be my wife. We parted during our sophomore year. Geography was a factor but there were other issues i...
Normally he would have been on his lunch break. But his new schedule had given him Wednesday afternoons off and since he was still in the city he would go try a new place that he had noticed in one of the strip malls he had to pass on his commute. He had just parked his pickup in the corner of the parking lot, front facing out to make it easier when he was...
Sorry, guys, it's another "cowboy meets city girl" story. When I set out to put these two together I realized I had boxed myself into a corner. Please enjoy it anyway. ***** TO: Mike Olson FROM: Katie Olson Hey, my friend Laura is flying in Wednesday for the wedding. Can you drive to DIA and pick her up? FROM: Mike Olson TO: Katie Olson I'll have one...