"Come on, Dee! The story can wait! Single, hot, gyrating men cannot!" Cassidy Delia Bennett, Dee to her friends, grinned at Becca's daring comment. "Becca," Cassidy responded in her laughing voice, "They can all wait. It's not every year that the Miami Dolphins beat the New England Patriots!" Cassidy scribbled something onto the blue, tattered notepad she w...
The following is an original story by Claire Jones * * * Creak, creak, creak. Blaire pressed her eyes closed and turned over in bed, sighing as she rolled towards the clock atop the nightstand. Wearily, she slowly opened her eyes to find it was nearly four in the morning. Blaire let out a groan and flopped back into the pillows. Not again, her mind whine...
Few outside that room would look at MaryAnn and guess she held -- or even participated in -- sex orgies. In her real life, the one that took up ninety percent of the time, she was a serious writer and one of the best. She wrote feature stories and was associate editor for a large, regional magazine. Thanks to the Internet and the telephone she was able to wo...
I feel like an imposter. But it's ok. This isn't actually happening to me. Sitting here, across from Kate Winslet in the outdoor seating area of an upscale Los Angeles café, I figure she can probably hear my heart pounding through my chest. She's chain smoking in a casual summer blouse and designer slacks, her dark red lipstick perfectly unmarred on her full...
NOTE: No offense is meant or intended to God, religion or anyone else. If you do not like reading stories that contain elements of taboo, interracial sex and adultery then please STOP reading now. ** I need you now More than ever I am yours For now and forever That is the chorus of the hit platinum single of Christian Rock's megastar Mary Margaret Hof...
CHAPTER NINE: Strike Dear Mistress and Cure his Heart Martin Coombes trembled in anticipation of the packet in his pocket. How he managed to walk in the shop, order the Marlboro Lights and pay for them without fainting he didn't know; but now his heart was hurting it was banging so fast. He had cigarettes. He kept saying it to himself. It thrilled him to k...
Alex Tanner, named after her father, was April's 19-year-old daughter who just arrived from Oregon where she was living with her father due to school. When April moved to Boston two years ago, she left her daughter, Alex, with her father to finish her high school. Like her mother, Alex was a stunning looking redhead, with blue eyes and a smile that lights up...
The crowded bar was dark and noisy; the music loud enough that my two best friends and I had to lean in closely just to carry on a conversation. Around us the table was littered with empty beer bottles; from across the table my friend Rhiannon shot me a wide grin. "Thank God you could come tonight, Lilly; Girls' Night just isn't the same without you." I ret...
* * * * This is the second installment of a two-part story. The first is told from the point of view of the husband. Here are the same events, as experienced by her. * * * * Weekend Yard Work: Her Story As if the stress of my deadline wasn't enough, I heard my husband start up the lawn mower. After being married for so many years, he should know that whe...
"How about this one, Dee?" Sue posed in a sundress patterned in swirls of various greens. "It's lovely, Sue, but I really do think you're thinking this through far too seriously." Deanna was Sue's sister. "He's your husband." "A husband who last saw me when I was twenty four, Dee!" No one seemed to understand how she felt. Sue's husband Bobby had been an...