I waited for her by the airport gate. Maria was a striking woman in her mid-thirties, with black hair cut short in a shag style that resembled LA LAW actress Susan Dey. She looked alluring dressed in a white shirt that showed off the aureoles of her breasts, with a wrap around linen skirt and leather boots that stopped below the knees. Her body was solid,...
++++++++++++++ This is a stand-alone story. You do not need to read any other 'Cheating Wife' story of mine to understand this one. ++++++++++++++ "Thanks, but I'm waiting for someone." Well that is the third guy I've blown off so far. He was cute enough, and confident, but not really what I am looking for. And I am looking for something special. But I...
While I enjoy a wide variety of cuisines, I must continually remind myself that I am getting older and the things my iron clad stomach once handled easily, now can be dangerous extravagances. The man who would face habaneras with but a single bead of sweat on his forehead, who would munch jalapeños with glee, and happily consume the thai peppers his friends...
I hope you'll forgive me writing to you. I'm not one of your constituents. My name is Julie Peters. I live about ten miles away. I have no links to your constituency, but I have a problem that you can address directly. Some of your fellow councillors want to shut down some business premises in your area. It's a place called The Club. You'll know of it, I'm...
Pleasure in darkness. My brain is foggy and I can feel myself struggling to wake up. Struggling because it feels like I weigh a ton. Fragments of the night before flash teasingly through my brain like a kinetoscope without a soundtrack. Sex. Claws. Fangs. Fur. Little flashes of memory whirling 'round and 'round as I try to make sense of things. There's a ......
In Mary's mind, another summer was vanishing without real incident and the halls of a college a few miles away offered little enchantment for Mary's musing. It was February and nearing the end of summer when the wind and air change as frequently as a woman's fancy but this would be Mary's enchanted season dominated by a reality suddenly appearing right next...
The Abbey of Records At the top of the rocky path, which had actually been occasionally augmented by actual steps cut into the stone of the mountainside, the little troop found something of an expansive, broad shelf. A stream fell tumbling down the mountain, and formed a rushing brook that cut across the shelf in front of them, running right to left, on its...
This is entered in the Valentines contest. If you enjoy the story, please vote. And I always appreciate comments. * Larry sat his quiver down by the entryway wall, tucked his wings in tight to his back, and slowly approached Saint Valentine. The tall saint stood in the center of the room peering into a placid pool of water. As Larry got near he bowed low a...
Interlude I Mistakes "Office: Department for the Management of Extra regional Resources, Camor To: General Markou, Estan High Command (or Current Equivalent) Subject: No More Troops. To Whom it May Concern, They say the plains people of the south are the fiercest warriors in the entire world, not because they're tactical geniuses or they have sup...
This story was inspired by a recent trip to New Grange, located near the Boyne River in Ireland. The monument there dates to the Neolithic, or early Stone Age, around 3000BCE. The valley, known as Bru Na Boinne in Gaelic, is a fertile area, and the river teems with fish. Archeologists consider the monument to be a "passage tomb." There is a tunnel about 30 f...