Author's note: This story combines experiences from many different aspects of different people's lives. Many of the characters in the story are based on real people, but all names have been changed and locations anonymized. Its writing was prompted by listening to Gordon Lightfoot singing 'Home from the Forest', some of the lyrics from which are incorpora...
My heart, As I sit here, writing this letter by the light of a single candle, you sleep. My thoughts are flooded with memories of the many nights I've held you while you slumbered. The feel of my nipples pressing into your back, my hand cupping your breast, your lush backside pressed against my middle; all of these permeate my thoughts. I can almost hear yo...
Another lonely night. I lay in my bed and think about you. I hold my pillow close pretending that I am holding you. I lay there dreaming of the next time we will be together. Holding, touching. Kissing. This is how I spend the time waiting for your return. Finally the day has come that I will see you again. I am so happy. This day has taken its time getting...
Lonely Night Turns Into Something SpecialM If you like this story and think I should keep it going then by all means, let me know. Thanks to everyone that has sent me comments on my other stories. And I appreciate your comments bad or good. * * * * * One lonely evening while surfing the internet I happened upon a site that seemed fairly interesting. I che...
John was sent to a northern post in a busy city, bustling with industry and people. His company was the home office for the business and he was immediately sucked into huge deals and mergers. He landed on his feet, making some incredibly lucrative transactions in his first months. The pace was frenetic. He was assigned to a team already in tune with each ot...
I was running a quick errand at the local Lowe's, picking up some odds and ends. Checkout line 1 was empty. As I approached, I noticed that the checkout clerk was an older woman, heavy, in fact, quite heavy. So heavy that she was working sitting on a stool. Near her was a cane. I placed my purchase on the counter and looked up at her, ready for the usual sma...
Two months ago... I had been house sitting for Mrs. Orton for two weeks while she and their daughter Alanna had been out of town, visiting relatives. The Orton's house was nicely decorated and everything. I took up the house sitting job while finishing up tech school for the first quarter of the year; I'm in school studying for a degree in medical billing a...
"Geez," thought Charlie, "I can't believe I'm sitting here jealous of squirrels. Even they get more action than I do. How sad is that?" This thought scrambled into his mind as he watched two squirrels apparently lit up with speed, bobbing and weaving near a tree. In their helter-skelter way they repeatedly approached one another, each putting it's paws gent...
CHAPTER 3 JAKE I woke the next morning with a singular purpose. From the moment my eyes opened I knew I needed to, at the very least, discover the identity of my attacker. I yawned and stretched my arms over my head as I rose from the bed. Between the crash and the work I had had to do to setup camp I was quite sore. My arms, my back, my legs all resisted...
George slowly stirred his coffee. He brought the spoon up, then plunged it back down, over and over. He stared at his hand making the motion. He felt dead. Seventy-two hours on duty, with a grand total of 3 hours of bad sleep. "I'm getting too old for this," he said. He dropped the spoon into the coffee, and rubbed his hands over his face and through his...