A cold gust fingered into the crowd. The solemn people huddled closer together. Their scratchy wool coats were touching each other. Another person shuffled into the forty person elevator. He stepped in firmly. Cautious to the touch, the front line shuffled a few inches back. The second line shuffled a couple inches back. The ripple effect made everyone shuff...
His stomach lurched when his father made an unsettling declaration. Stunned, Josh glared at his father's back as he left the store for his lunch break. He stared at the shutting front door, scowling, arms crossed. Josh wasn't sure how to break the news to his friends, his coworkers. Their tight trio was about to be interrupted if his dad went through with hi...
My name's Steve Birch. I'm a 26-year old Londoner, and I'm virtually irresistible to women. That's not male bragging, simply a statement of fact. It's not just because of my looks, although at six feet tall and slim, with sandy blond hair and blue eyes, I'm attractive enough. It's not because of my personality, although I'm generally considered intelligent,...
It was good to be back home. I hated the overseas business trips, the long international flights and boring hotel rooms no longer held any appeal. It was the only thing I didn't like about my job with a recording company, the industry and the people I work with get me out of bed each morning with energy to burn and without a single regret. But there is nothi...
I met Donna and her husband, Scott, back in the early 1990's during the first Gulf war. We struck up a friendship while they were in Maryland, and we have been friends ever since. I was in the Army, barely 20, and married with a wife 6 months pregnant. We lived off base in Silver Springs Maryland. I was stationed at Walter Reed Amy Medical Center as a hospit...
The Cinema & Loving Kasandra Jackson EDITOR: Miriam Belle AUTHOR'S NOTE: -At the encouragement of a very special reader named Jemma, I've written another story about Kasandra Jackson and me. These stories hold a special place in my heart. They are all true and represent one of the few times in my life that I lived out my fantasies with someone. I actual...
Theirs was a simple love story. She liked it simple. They laughed, they loved one another; afterwards she would simply go. She had her own life, separate from him. She liked it that way. Richard was her lover, not her boyfriend. His house was near the beach; large and well lit with plenty of room, lots of open floor space. Very Bauhaus. The architect had l...
Come Thursday evening, Jim dressed in a tight pullover shirt, loose denim jeans, and sandals. Strolling to the door of Karen's apartment, Janet's words ran through his mind again. He knew something was up, and wondered if he would meet her there also. Reaching the door, he paused for a moment hearing soft music coming from within, then opened the door and wa...
"Oh my God!! How ARE you?" "I'm great! How are YOU?" "Oh my God, it's so good to SEE you! What's it been? Four years?" "More like five! You're cute as a bug but you never could keep track of time." "Shut up, you...Oh my God, it is SO fucking good to SEE you!" "I GET that, silly! You too, baby! You too!!" By that point in what passed for the conversatio...
"Dude," yelled my roommate Bob, "you wanna get the door?" "You get it," I replied. "You're closer." Which was true. And besides, I had just settled back into my plush, oversized sofa to watch Monday Night Football, and it would be a struggle to get back to my feet. "I'm making dinner," said Bob. Well...yeah. Guess he had me there. Per our Monday night tr...