It's hard to describe my wife, Debbie. She was in my bed on our third date and I certainly wasn't her first but she is what I can only describe as a 'free spirit'. Nor, would I describe her as promiscuous because Debra believes that sex is as much a function of the human body as eating and breathing. However, as she, unabashedly, explained to me before we ma...
Rick Potter turned into his driveway, shit it was eleven o’clock. He had told Sheila he would be home no later than eight. She was going to be mad, but he was getting use to it. Ever since this new project was given to him, he had not been home before nine O’clock. He had been working on it for two months and it would probably take another two months to fini...
If you have read any of my stories you know that they don't have any graphic sex scenes in them. This one is no exception. Constructive comments are welcome and appreciated. If you like or even dislike the story take a moment to comment or send me an email. You comments help me to grow and improve as a writer. Thanks for taking the time to read my work and...
CHAPTER 11 Being the only child in a home with paths and a long driveway it was natural that Reece had spent a lot of time on his tricycle with trainer wheels and then graduating into riding without those outriggers and then into 'a real bicycle!' as he called in when getting his first two-wheeler. For his fourteenth birthday Reece received a racing cycle;...
It was Sunday morning at eight o’clock when the phone rang. Shayna’s eyes felt like they were glued shut but managed to answer the phone on the third ring. “Morning,” said Shayna as she was still half-asleep. “Good morning Shayna. This is the Bell Captain calling. I have an envelope addressed to you from a Sir Dominique. I know it’s early, so I can have it...
Michael's wife was dead. Whether it was from murder or suicide her demise had been brutal. Whether it was the wine or shock Eliza could only guess. But she remained numb as Brooke continued talking about the suspicions that had surrounded the beloved Annie Westwright's death. Annie. Even her name was endearing. Focusing on Brooke's monologue was becoming...
On my twenty first birthday I was a nerdy virgin who had never had a boyfriend. I had little self-confidence, a wardrobe of sweatshirts and jeans, glasses as thick as the bottom of coke bottles, braces on my teeth and no money in the bank. A year later the braces were gone, the glasses were gone, I had a designer wardrobe most women would kill for, an expens...
I suppose it's a cliché, but I threw myself into work at Orient Pacific to help take my mind off Vannie. More accurately, I immersed myself in learning as much about the running of the business as I could. Mrs. Wong was an invaluable resource, but I really couldn't take all her time away from the day-to-day requirements of the company. I worked with the staf...
June 10 11:20 p.m. Detective Robert Pearson looked away from the two-way mirror and glanced at his partner. "So, what do ya' think?" Detective Jeremy Alveraz shook his head slowly as he gazed through the mirror. "She's hard to read. She's very calm, I'll give her that." He paused and squinted as he leaned toward the glass. "Does it look like she's smirking...
Chapter Seven Cathy's Sacrifice: Not everything was perfect. One evening Cathy and Steve were cuddling in the bedroom. It had been a light day, nothing momentous had happened. Cathy was wearing a red two piece baby doll nightie. It looked really cute on her. The shoulders, top, and sleeves were made of the softest billowy pleated pieces of dyed taffeta, a...