For the first time in days, we weren't driving down an interstate. Ann and I were finally 'back home again in Indiana', not that we were thinking about the song by the same name. But we were just happy to be that much closer to home, and our last night alone together. It was Saturday, and we'd be spending the night in a town close to the one I lived in. Actu...
I had a visitor the other day; hadn’t seen her in twenty years. Last time I saw her, she was eighteen; must be about forty now. I was sitting on the patio shooting the breeze with some of the other residents here, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw the patio door open. As soon as she stepped out, I knew her. I would have recognized her from a mile away...
The big motorcycle jerked sideways as the fragment of the truck tire slammed into it, and it was all Rick could do to keep from going off the road as he braked hard and aimed for the right shoulder. Ann slumped against his shoulder for a moment, and then she began beating frantically at his shoulders. He looked into the right hand mirror to see her fighting...
Prologue "Willow!" I gasped. For a moment I went through that sense of unreality you get when you suddenly come upon someone unexpectedly, someone you never expect to see again. "Ross," she breathed softly, her face draining of blood. Unable for the moment to speak, we stood staring at each other. It had been four years since I had last seen her and for...
Do you ever get those moments when something so totally unexpected happens and turns your perceptions and beliefs about yourself completely on their head? I had a night that did that to me, last weekend, and I really need to talk about it, to get things straight. I do hope you'll listen. Firstly, a bit of background. Sally Ann and I have been married for al...
A warning to the unwary. This is a long story that unfolds slowly as a man seeks to regain his life. It is in 10 parts containing 53 chapters all of which are completed and will be submitted daily. After that it's up to Literotica. It is written in British English. Though it is told in the first person. It is not autobiographical, but fiction. Any resembla...
I turned on the porch light and looked through the peep hole at who was ringing the doorbell at this hour. I immediately started laughing when I saw a man in a wheelchair and a tall woman, topless and with large breasts sitting with him. I unlocked the door and in rolled Dr. Jack and his wife April. They were both laughing also and asked if all the fun was o...
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©2012 Mendon Fishers It was a Saturday morning and it was raining. I usually got up and played golf with friends on Saturdays, weather permitting. This Saturday the weather was defiantly not permitting. A quick check of the Weather Channel told me it was going to rain hard all day. Then I remembered it was Christmas morning. My usual foursome would be spe...
Part 1: Introduction Isn't it funny how a single event or two can change your whole world? That's how it was for me when I lost my dad to a heart attack about a year ago. My name is Dean and I'm a 35 year old account executive for a large real estate firm in Virginia. I've worked at the firm as a sales associate since college and have been told I'm a born s...