Group of scientists in Massachussetts. At a local bistro. Private party. They have to plan. Scientific expedition. "So, where is the big trip next month?" Admonished asked, dipping his fries in a mixture of ketchup and a local hot sauce. The sauce had a blend of various peppers, including jalapeno and the infamous Scotch bonnett. He knows the chef. A bit to...
Last summer, I was on a vacation with my girlfriend, Olivia, and her parents, Grace and Steve. It was morning and Olivia was out fishing with her dad as I lay in bed watching the cable news and having a bit of a playtime with my hand inside my boxers, when Olivia's mom walked in, wrapped in a large towel from her shower, looked at me, laughed and asked, "Tak...
“How can you live with yourself?” My mother had asked me a few months ago after I had finally told her what I did for a living. Then, I had given her my fake smile and had shrugged it off, saying that the money kept the nightmares and my conscious away. But the truth was that it was getting harder to live within my own skin. As the months crept by and the d...
Don't get me wrong, I love my boyfriend. He's a great guy – smart, funny, sweet, and very much in love with me. A large part of me wants to marry him, to spend the rest of my life with him, but there's a small part of me that wants something else. That part, to be perfectly frank, is located somewhere near my clit. My boyfriend tries, he really does, but he'...
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This is my first work in this genre, I love constructive criticisms pour it on. If all you want to do is bitch me out based on your own opinion, please exercise your first Amendment rights and take it to someone who cares. I do love my readers and work hard to write well. ***** It has recently come to my attention that my wife, Anne thinks me either incred...
My name is Jessica and I am a happily married mother of three. I used to work as a cosmetologist but have been fortunate enough to stay at home and take care of my kids since early on in our marriage. You could say I married well, not because my husband is a doctor but because he exudes love in all he does and still gives me lascivious looks on a daily basis...
How had it happened that he was the only person here? His two hosts were at work, and his two companions had decided to go hunting for souvenirs? Had that been it? They had all left early that morning while he was sleeping off the better part of his hangover. Had he really drank that much? He laughed silently to himself upon realizing that he had indeed, and...
It was still mostly dark in the guest room when he woke up, and that coupled with the last clinging feelings of fatigue resulted in a brief moment of confused panic. No, he knew where he was. And he had to go to the bathroom. He stood, and in his boxers snuck through the hall to the bathroom. Cool, he had remembered where it was. He did his thing, washed his...
Lisa was my wife, friend, lover for four too short years. Dead two and a half times the length of our marriage, she lies under an ancient oak tree's sprawling canopy in Overland Park, a relatively new, yet unfilled cemetery on the north side of the small berg I live in. On this May 18th, as I do every May 18th, I called on Lisa, the mother of our born dead...