Kathy and I have been dating for several months. She is a 3:00pm to 11:00pm Supervisor in the Labor and Delivery department for a large hospital. Our meeting each other was through another friend she worked with. For almost a year I have been dating nurses almost exclusively since they tend to refer their "friends" my way. I had been dating 3 of the nurses...
You see a chair. A wine red leather club chair with a comfortable ottoman to go with it. The leather old and somewhat faded. That look of old comfortable leather. You see a chair, a chair to read a book, sip a coffee, or cuddle up in and take a nap. I see something different. I see a memory, a memory of a night of passion and pleasure. I see myself sitting...
Reborn [Author's Note: I would like to thank "milady sabine" from the bottom of my heart for her help in editing my story. Her aid and encouragement were critical in my personal writing process. Thanks, milady!] David Wynne's life was appallingly dull. He got out of bed, making middle-aged grunts that decried his lack of fitness. After cracking every signi...
I saw him from across the room. Our eyes met. The intimate look that moved between us caused me to blush. I had seen him many times at business events; we often ended up at the same table. But tonight, the way he looked at me and the lightning that shot through my body was electric. Recently, we had spent a bit of time together while traveling. Dining out, a...
The texting has been fun. The reality of all our words coming to fruition hits me full force as I walk from my car towards the station. I'm carrying coffees, an innocuous visit to you at work. My stomach knotted with nerves, I open the front door and walk to the reception desk. "Welcome to 44 Division. Can I help you?" The smiling uniformed officer asks me...
We curl up on the couch, a warm coco in one hand and you in my other arm. It is raining outside, and I can hear it pattering against the bay window that overlooks the Melbourne harbor. A small fire is going I realize this is one of those fleeting moments when all is right with the world. It is Saturday day morning and we woke up late. We had spent the previo...
I was sitting how alone in the dark just listening to the rain outside. It hit the roof and windows of my small but modest house full force. I had had a bad day at work and I really didn't feel like doing anything but pout. Don't know why, usually I come home and get myself all sassed up and go out every night after work and try to see if I can have some guy...
As the afternoon wore on I stayed busy with meetings and the phone, but I couldn't help glancing at the clock every time I passed it and looking at my watch in between. The day seemed to drag as it got closer to five o'clock. The office cleared out right at five like it always does. I pulled the proposal I had been working on the day before, but the harder I...
It is mid may, late in the afternoon. It is a gloomy day the dark clouds block out the sun, holding back the brightness and hope for the day. All through the day the darkness hung in the air like a wet towel. Rain had just finished, for now, and was preparing for its next downpour. There I am walking along, listening to my music, as I daydream to myself. I...
The dream always starts out the same. We're arguing. We're too similar, and when we butt heads, neither of us wants to back down. I feel tears starting to surface--a weakness of mine when angry and frustrated--and start to turn away. Because we're too similar, you know you've hit a nerve, and try to stop me from walking away by reaching out to turn me back t...