I had been corresponding with K, for about a week, through Snatchmaker, an online sex site I had recently joined. I had even called him (something I rarely-to-never do) and we had chatted easily and made vague plans to meet (translation: fuck our brains out). Then...nothing. I hadn't really noticed because I get a lot of emails; hundreds per week. But then...
Note: This stand-alone story is part of our continuing swinging adventures. I hope you find at least some humor in these stories. Chapter 9: In Da Club Part III – Wax on, whacks off, Daniel-san When we moved north, we had to find a new swing club to go to. Oh, we moved north. Didn't I tell you that? Well, we did. Try to keep up. Anyway, there a...
I can't remember what his name really was, so I'll call him Pete. I met him on an internet dating site, and he quickly became very possessive, in that creepy way that happens sometimes, where a guy who won't even send you a face shot gets to start acting like you're married! Weird or what? He had a thing for gurls in karate suits (a very specific obsession...
Karate and Christmas Gifts: A Conversation with Loretta JX Architect: Christopher of Detroit Loretta JX enters the room and pounces onto the bed, relaxed within the nighttime setting. As she reclines into the soft blankets, I sit a comfortable distance away from her. The first thing I observe is her smile, which is open and giving. Next, I notice her eye...
A very short intensive tale, a complicated plot in a tiny package. You may not get it on first read; trust me and persevere ... or not, you're the reader. It is just a story, take it for what it's worth. ***** SCHOOL AND MALL - Pass it on. "Don't go too far, Katie," I cautioned, "Karate'll only be five minutes." Katie was two and fearless. I was 62 and...
When they arrived at the park, Bobby immediately headed for the swings and the other kids. Tommy and Tina sat on a park bench and watched him. "He's got so much energy," Tommy said, "I don't know how you keep up with him." "I don't, sometimes," Tina said. "It's good he's in pre-school. Usually he's tired enough when he comes home from school that he takes...
Chapter 8 -- A Time for Healing "David... David, please... don't die..." Maddie whimpered, crying into her husband's chest as he lay on the ground. "Calm yourself, Madeleine!" Nimue snapped. "I shall keep him stable. You just get that gate open." "Gate? What gate?" All of a sudden, Maddie's senses returned to her at hearing Nimue's order. Looking around,...
When Tommy got up Sunday morning he discovered that he and Aunt Karen were no longer alone. His cousin Kim had arrived home in the wee hours of the morning while he was sleeping. Kim gave him a bright smile when he walked into the kitchen. "Hi, Tommy," she said. Aunt Karen was making breakfast, so the young man went to the kitchen table and sat down. "Hi,...
The Transylvania Coffee shop in the mall. Phil wore a nineteen-eighty-nine Batman t-shirt on the first day of work. He got Vicky, his girlfriend, a job there too. She would come in later, about five. They were twenty; both started dating when sophomores in a south Florida high school down the street from their apartment. Phil greeted his manager at the caf...
"Did you have a good time with your friend and her little boy yesterday?" Aunt Karen asked Tommy at breakfast the next morning. "Yeah," he said, "we went to the park. Tina's little boy is really cute." "You got home pretty late," his aunt said. Her voice had a cautionary tone. "And you didn't call. That's not like you." "I tried calling," Tommy said, "but...