All characters depicted are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. * Its 3a.m. and I'm suddenly awake, thirsty. As soon as I realize I'm awake again at this usual hour, my thoughts immediately go to her. I wonder if she's awake, and if she's thinking about me. She often tells me she sleeps badly, waking up for hours i...
To Whom It Probably Will Not Concern; This letter is probably a long time in the coming. After all we've been through, I've repressed, regressed, alienated myself and others, grown a little, shrank a little... Frankly, I don't think there's any part of the emotional range that I have not experienced while I've been with you. Whether or not this is a good or...
For over sixteen years I have been in love with Jennifer, a woman I met in school. We spent years avoiding having sex because we were committed to others, but finally after the following letter, we met in Minneapolis her hometown and spent a night together... * Dear Jennifer "On Waiting for Better Things" Because we are not head-over-heals, slap-me-silly...
They were sitting on the edge of the bed when he eased her onto her back and ably moved to his knees on the floor in front of her. He blithely pushed her mini skirt from her thighs to her waist and gently opened her legs. As she lay on her back she felt his warm breath between her legs and began to relax just a little. She loved his kisses on the inside of h...
Monica Grayson stood impassively at the graveside as her husband's coffin was lowered into the earth. She betrayed none of the strange mixture of emotions she felt at that moment on her exquisite features. Her petite form was dwarfed by the men lowering the coffin, as well as by the figures of the members of the family clustered around her. In fact undern...
Friday night out late and without a date. Bobby Quiff had struck out again and was on his way home from the local night club. He first needed a bite to eat to help soak up the alcohol swishing about in his gut. Nothing like stuffing your face late at night to help squash the loneliness overflowing from too many beers. Bobby usually at least got a phone numbe...
It was the third night in a row, and it was the first time I saw my husband Robert being angry. Usually, Robert was the most mild-mannered, easygoing , soft, cheerful and nicest person you could imagine. But this time he lost it. "Goddamnit, can't that idiot go to the slut's place?" he growled. I'd never heard him use the word slut before, and that's when...
"Words are only painted fire; a look is the fire itself." (Mark Twain) Twelve hours. That's how much time I was going to spend alone with a man who was a complete stranger to me. That's how much time we were being given to make some kind of erotic connection with one another. I silently wondered (yet again), if my performance would be judged adequate by...
They walked in and he closed the front door behind them. "Go get your blindfold and wait in my study." Her breath ran faster as she did so, she had known something would be happening when he'd asked her to wear the suspenders under the skirt to the party. She'd been thinking about it on the way there but had then forgotten all evening, just enjoying herse...
Nadine, oh Nadine. A beautiful, sensual, Filipino woman. Fair skinned, almost perfect complexion. Standing at about 5 foot 6 on those great, shapely, legs. 34C bustline looking great on her slim frame and a rear end which juts out prominently but not large as to overwhelm. She has a bubbly and rather sexy personality, sometimes flirting, sometimes just playi...