The cabin had been built in the 1950's by a wealthy Boston couple that wanted an excuse to escape the city life without having to leave their beloved Massachusetts. Every summer they would drive their children across the state to visit with nature in the "wild lands" of Western Massachusetts for a few weeks. Massachusetts was their home and they wanted to st...
Beatrice – my first experience of "dogging" When Ed and I were twenty-two, we were working in a local garden centre to get some money for a vacation after finishing college. The rest of the work force was mainly female from girls to older married women earning some pin money. We tended to get all the dirtier heavier jobs but also more overtime and a bit of...
This is a story. In the story the wife meets an old boyfriend and thinks about him. If you do not like this style stop now do not read further, find something else to read. If you are going to comment on how dumb the content is I will delete the comment. If on the other hand, I write badly, tell me, and if I make a typo, tell me, if there is something that I...
I left work early one day as I was bored and I had some extra vacation earned from working too many weekends and evenings. As I approached my house, I saw two cars in my driveway instead of the usual one. That immediately made me suspicious, as I knew my wife was supposed to be working that day at the grocery store where she works part time to supplement our...
Jim and I had gotten to the Bend It around 8:30 p.m. that night. We had met some guys from work for a beer around six and were not ready to go home. We were usually in the Bend It four or five nights a week for more or less time, depending, so we were readily known by the regulars and of course Ray, the bartender. We said high to a half dozen people we knew...
This is a work of fiction. All names and characters are fictitious. The narrator is a 46 y/o female, we will call Allie. She is divorced, lives alone, has a grown daughter, son-in-law, and year old grandson. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You're joking," I said. "Hear me out. He likes you, trusts you. Maybe he'll tell you what's wrong." The desperation in my long-tim...
You are encouraged to read Chapter One of The Chocolate Room. It's been a long time coming, but worth the wait. * Pam had always told me that her spare downstairs bedroom, the one adorned and painted all in shades of brown (hence the name), the one that she had rarely even entered since her divorce more than five years ago, would one day be the scene of ou...
The note was short but piqued my curiosity to a degree that I could think of little else as I showered and dressed. It was taped to the bathroom mirror and read only, " Happy Birthday. Enjoy your new toy." When I found the note, I looked around but found no "toy", so I returned to the bedroom and stood watching her as she slept. She was lying on her stomach...
The toilet runs, the faucet drips, the lights are out in the hall. It was always something. Dad said I needed to learn responsibility, so he got his friend to hire me as Handy Man for his 24 unit building in the Village. College wasn't working out, I liked working with my hands, the pay wasn't bad, and I got an apartment for the summer, with use of the poo...
Story Two: Midnight Passions It was a new chapter in my life, one journey had just ended and a new one was about to begin. I had just finished college with a degree in Computers and was starting grad school to earn my Masters in Computer Information Systems and Network Design. I would be working for my MBA with an emphasis in the two areas mentioned. In a...