This is a series of short stories. They are vignettes of a couple in love. They were the regular morning exchange between the author and someone who was very special to him. They arose out of the desire to turn one partner into more of a morning person. While we couldn't be together physically at that moment, they served as an expression of love, desires a...
Both characters are TM and © DC Entertainment, Time Warner, and their respective rights holders. This is a work of parody, is not intended as a challenge to their copyright and should not be read by anyone under 18. 1) The following is a work of erotic fiction. 2) This story contains characters and settings copyrighted by DC Comics. This story should be con...
"Can I ask you something?" I raised my eyes from the New York Times spread out on the library table in front of me. My eyes stopped briefly, but not briefly enough, while I looked down the dress of the woman leaning over the table. "Good morning, Rhonda," I said as my eyes reluctantly left the tantalizing glimpse of whiteness of her breasts beneath her dre...
She stirred and tried to stretch. Something cold and hard pressed against the soles of her feet; and as she shifted there was a similar feeling along the naked skin of her lower back. In a moment of panic she snapped awake, her eyes slow to focus in the dim light. She saw bars, blacker against the room's darkness, and then it all came rushing back to her. S...
I met Sherrie at a local theatre where we both volunteered as ushers. She was about ten years younger than me and very easy to talk with. It didn't start at all sexual. Sherrie and I usually talked about our spouses, kids, and general small talk. Not at all anything you could call flirting, but we always had pleasant conversations every time we worked the sa...
Author's note: this story gets off to a slow start - I do hope the buildup was worth it for you. Although purely fictional, Tess is based on a real person. If she ever reads this she will know it is about her. Also, I originally posted this on another site that I no longer frequent. Thought posting it here would get me writing again. ***** Tess knew she wa...
Solemn and faceless they bore her coffin in from the cold, listless morning. It was early, yet, and the chapel had not yet filled; but I knew that before long even the standing room would be crowded. The pallbearers paused with the strength of ritual, and placed the mahogany box like an altar at the front of the church. The rich wood gleamed brilliantly with...
with those readers who would put themselves in the favored category. I project that you might have already discovered -or explored your own beautiful sensitive connectedness to one of nature's most magnificent creatures. I sense that you have the easy and confident way of moving and being in your body -- that I have seen in my trainers and friends that hav...
These following stories will be writing part in the first person where Harm and Mac speak about their past affairs and past in the third person where their stories unfold as they occurred. ***** Harm and Mac got to her apartment after work. They were both glad it was Friday and they wanted to get comfortable and start back in on their stories. Being Friday...
Chapter 1: Vincenza Stifling a yawn, Vincenza leaned back from the dull glow of her computer monitor and stretched over the back of the leather swivel chair, her arms extended and hands clasped. Editing this piece for the paper was murder. She couldn't comprehend why it was anyone would hire a writer who didn't use proper spelling, punctuation, tenses or gr...