This is the fourth story in a series of tales about a group of 50 something workers. Prologue Sex mad, that's me. Always have been and always will be. I simply can't get enough of it. Trouble is; most of the partners I've had haven't really been able to satisfy me. I wouldn't freely admit to having had many men. But the reality is that I've had a lot. I s...
Remembering those days. ________________________________ Before I moved to my country estate, I lived in an older restored area of Columbus known as Victorian Village. Victorian Village was a little beyond walking distance from downtown, but I could walk it, if I missed the last bus. These days I drive the lengthy commute to the office, but in those days,...
(I was writing this story when I was involved with two people. The three of us were the character basis. But they ended up committing to each other and forgetting I even exist, so I have no desire to bother trying to finish this story in the slightest. No names need to be changed as I already changed their names and Marie is my own middle name. To whomever d...
He wondered about the letter that sat, rather uneasily in his jacket, of what reason his father's lawyer had to contact him. He knew that his father had disinherited him after the unfortunate incident involving Mary Wells, the one that had sent him into the Marines and from there, into two dusty hell holes. As the bus carrying him into town slowed, he could...
Chapter 2: Thrice Betrayed Prologue I had original written Part 1 of this story, after a week without sleep. I wrote the Anniversary Surprise in a fit of anger. The first betrayal was our 10th anniversary surprise, finding out she was pregnant, 4 months after my having a vasectomy. I would have been in all the medical journals, had the baby actually been...
Brit Rutledge loved his life in the army. He was assigned to 3rd Special Forces group in Ft. Bragg North Carolina and since his return from his 2nd deployment to Afghanistan he had spent his days in training. He had just finished spending an hour on the firing range practicing his shooting and moving as well as transitioning from rifle to pistol. It was a...
My wife and I love costume parties. There is something incredibly sexy about not knowing who is behind a mask or what guests might or might not be wearing underneath their costumes. Excessive flirting, sexual innuendo and seduction are all part of Halloween when good looking people get together for a little drinking and a lot of extra-curricular activity. W...
Note from the author: This is my first attempt at writing a fictional short story in over 15 years. I'm actually working on another one, a much bigger project, but thought it would be a good idea to write a few smaller vignettes and get some honest input and criticism. My writing is rusty, to say the least. There may be some tense issues and missed opportuni...
Pete had a hard time sleeping. That Saturday night his long time girlfriend, Katrina, had gone further sexually with him than she ever had before. He dreamt about her rocking her hips over his probing fingers in the reclined passenger seat of her mother's car. He dreamt of the passion and desire washing over her body and face as they mutually masturbated the...
Helen had to be quick at finding excuses. It was something she had always been good at and her explanation for the theft of her bag and why she had taken to her bed early that evening matched the questions that Jack wanted to know. The theft was a quick snatch on her way to university that left her feeling depressed, and going home to bed was her way of forg...