This wasn't going to be a normal Friday night out. That much I knew in advance. We were going down town to a party house with our good friends Paul and Barbara. Nothing wrong with that place, but this night it was something else. It was a restricted night for invitees only, but what we were really in for we didn't know. The party house had a good reputation...
Hayley stood before the mirror, working her brush through yet more tangles in her hair. As the brush pulled free, several drops of water fell from the ends of her hair, dripping onto her shoulder and down her breast. She looked at herself in the mirror. Age 40. Assessment. She wasn't 30 anymore, or even 35. Her breasts sagged a bit, but then, 38C was a matur...
These events actually happened, to me, in London, in the 1970s. This is an abridged version of a much longer account I wrote last year. It is fully copyrighted. At the fall of Saigon, thousands of desperate people swarmed around the last few planes leaving from Saigon Airport. Unforgettable images on TV. Now largely forgotten of course. That was in 1975. N...
Part I – History Chapter 2 When we got to my bunkhouse, Patrice slowed to a stop and just looked at the door. "Are you sure about this?" I asked her. "You don't have to go through with it, you know." She shook her head. Then she looked deeply into my eyes. "I want to do this. I want to do it with you," she told me. I could hear the love in her words, a...
Part 2 Dublin: present day At dinner, Ida told Craig some about the meeting with Professor Sherridan, although not the discussion of her other idea. Throughout dinner and the evening, her mind kept returning to the sexuality of a Woman centered culture. She imagined that somehow the men would learn to be better lovers, but how? A class? Lessons. She giggle...
This is Chapter 3 of a story I started some time ago and have been delinquent in continuing. For those who might have read and enjoyed the previous two chapters I apologize for my procrastination. For those who might here be exposed to this story for the first time, I sincerely hope you will be tempted to read chapters 1 and 2. * * * * * THE TIME: January...
CHAPTER 1 Love lies waiting for everyone, er almost everyone and in the romance stakes Jeff Harrison was a marginal candidate and that's being generous. Jeff was lanky with mousy hair, big ears that almost flapped and had earned him the nickname of Dumbo at school. He tried to hide his weak chin with stubble he kept trimmed to about three-quarters of an in...
This is my 2013 Holiday contest Entry. Enjoy and vote! All characters in this work are of legal age (18 years of age or older). * Parties are usually fun, Christmas parties even more so. I've never been a particularly big party person but holiday parties fall into a completely different category. They represent a chance to get back together with people y...
Janet Simpson stormed into the den, placed her hands on her hips and shrieked, "Goddamnit George, are you going to take the garbage out or not?" George Simpson slowly lowered his newspaper, looked at his wife coldly and replied in an even voice. "I told you that I would take the fucking garbage out when I finished the paper." Janet turned back to the kitch...
Tessia and Michael had met awhile back at various gatherings hosted by mutual friends. They had talked some and as time went on they found themselves gravitating towards each other, spending more and more time together finding mutual interests and curiosities, always lightly flirting. Today they spent a morning in the outdoors, in the good air, having fun, e...