I had never looked at it this way before, but after reading an article at NPR's website it suddenly became very clear to me. Glen Weldon, in an article titled "Otherworldly: The Year's Most Transporting Books" detailed that what makes alternate reality come alive "—is how deftly their authors let us know their rules." Suddenly, a light flashed before...
We were supposed to be staying away from one another. I had broken the rules, you see. After six months of an affair with a man in an open marriage, I let him tear down the wall that had been my defense against romance for so long. I fell in love. My mistake. But it was his wife who decided the affair was too hot for it to fit inside the rules of their game....
They arrived at the hotel door at the same time, which always happened. They smiled at each other like two people sharing an inside joke. He inserted the hotel card and pulled it out, as she smiled and raised her eyebrows. "How appropriate," she said. "In and out." They laughed entered the room. Once inside, they turned toward each other and embraced, a wa...
Epilogue It had now been a year since she had moved in with him. It was now a year since her entire life had changed; she was a completely different person from that spoiled, comfortable, suburban girl she used to be. She had changed physically, mentally and even psychologically in ways which she only dreamed of. The last year had turned into a ride through...
Welcome one, welcome all! Where authors of all trades can write down their ideas, their works, and their ways with words for all to read. Authors are welcomed and are encouraged to contribute in this open and engaging stories. I'll lay down the foundations for starters, and maybe write down some chapters of my own. I hope that this would work well, in favor...
Chapter Fourteen: First Full Day I was a girded sausage stewing in its own juices, unable to do little more than sizzle. I was a tied sirloin of beef in a pan, browning slowly. I was a well-fed, over-stuffed and trussed turkey, roasting in an oven. My mind had surrendered hours ago and given up eluding the voice. The voice was a mop that swabbed its meaning...
I was tired of Melvin's shit. Honestly, he could be such a pussy sometimes and then others he said and did things that I couldn't believe. It was like he was trying to piss me off or something. I looked up into his eyes and saw his smirk. He was always joking, even at a time like this. "We are married, Melvin. You can't just do whatever you want whenever yo...
The Wife-Slut Course, hereafter referred to as the course or the program, is a well researched and planned training program designed to allow the candidate to discover who she is sexually and what her sexual limits are in the context of a loving and caring marital relationship, and to furthermore allow her the freedom to stretch those limits to whatever exte...
I awoke in his arms as I always do. He was awake, watching me sleep. He smiled and brushed a strand of hair off my face. I closed my eyes and waited to feel his lips on mine, my favourite way to wake up. Our lips pressed together, our tongues twisted. No other parts of our bodies touched. It was a little rule he had some mornings. I loved every inch of our s...
Note to the reader: This story deals with a fictitious football game that never actually took place. So, please don't bitch that the scoring drives depicted never actually happened between the Cowboys and Giants. If you don't want to read about a husband watching his wife have sex with another man, then don't read this story. You have been warned. *****...