Thank you to everyone who left their views on the last chapter, both positive and negative. And thanks, Zana, for looking this over! You da best, girl. One more chapter left after this. Hold on to your skivvies. ***** I was in the bathtub when Mark came home. He found me there, his tie undone and his shoes off. Men looked so vulnerable to me in their...
Friday morning, around seven in the morning. We'd gotten in a little late from our shoe-shopping run to Memphis. It had not been a quick walk-in, walk out deal. I should have known. It had involved stops at Fredericks, Victoria's Secret, Christie's, and dinner at the Olive Garden before we drove the hour back home with not one but four pairs of shoes, more s...
Fall, 1967 ‘Remember to study the notes from chapter five, because there will be a quiz on Monday,’ I’m making a futile attempt to project my voice as my students noisily file out of the room. I watch them as they leave, wondering how they’ll actually spend their respective weekends, and how many of them will actually study anything before Monday morning. I...
This is the second chapter of my 'The Monk Ambrosio' series. This chapter chiefly features Matilda, Ambrosio's lover from Chapter One. In it, Matilda meets with her Master. Let's see what happens shall we? ---------------------------------- "Now I truly must go," said Ambrosio, rising from the couch. Matilda sighed deeply, her body flushed with the heat of...
As always, I hope you enjoy this, especially with the leading ladies sorted out. Don't forget, a vote and/or a comment from you is a good reward for us writers! * I was in the video store. Rows upon rows of DVDs confronted me. The covers all shouted, "Me me ME!" With guns blazing, cars burning, bodies everywhere, either dead or not wearing much. Faces star...
Mary and her Lovers -- Part IV The Aftermath... and New Beginnings Since I wound up sleeping on the couch, I woke up rather early the next morning. After I took some time to remember the fun we had the night before, I decided to head upstairs to check on the wife. As I reached the top of the stairs, all was quite. I then, began to creep down the hall and...
Calle hung up the phone and sighed contentedly. Trevor was on his way over to pick her up for dinner. It was their four-year anniversary. Trevor was the perfect boyfriend for her: he loved dance music and loud clubs, he spoiled her rotten and cooked for her when he had the time. Tonight's celebration would prove to her that he was husband material. She'd...
Detective Sarah Hauser of the Johannesburg Metropolitan Police Department sighed deeply as she watched the medical tech zip up the body bag. There goes another one, she thought grimly. The body belonged to Claire Adewale, a Nigerian-born and Oxford-educated businesswoman working for Excelsior Enterprises here in Gauteng. Just like all the others, Adewale's b...
PART I -- FRIDAY NIGHT My wife Patty had to go to Los Angeles for a weekend company annual retreat. When I dropped her off at the airport on Friday morning, she told me she had a surprise for me, and left it at that. I wondered all day what she was up to, and I had to wait until almost 4 in the afternoon to hear from her. When she called to tell me she'd ar...
Thanks to Charlie again for his editorial skill, support and encouragement. ***** Alecia, what the fuck was she doing here??? I turned to look at Lauren; she was talking to Maddison who was in turn pointing over at me! I got up and walked over, "Hi Lauren I was just wondering if you wanted to get lunch somewhere?" She hugged and kissed me, "Sorry baby...