Thankfully, the trial was little more than a formality. I walked from the courthouse a free man, albeit a man with a heavy cloud over his head. I was cleared of the grievous bodily harm of my girlfriend by a jury of five men, four women and three non-binaries. The accusation levelled at me by the prosecution was that I had set out to purposely and maliciousl...
I was out in my front yard watering my plants when I saw a red Toyota pull into my neighbor's driveway. A U-haul truck followed the car and parked along the curb. I stared, as a gorgeous young woman, long blonde hair tied in a pony tail, struggled out of the car. She was wearing really short shorts and my eyes wandered to her crotch and the fabric tightened...
We were married young; too young. That’s it in a nutshell, I guess. She got knocked up. I always thought it was just bad luck. But I don’t know, now I’m kinda wondering if she didn’t set me up. She’s capable of it. I sure learned that over time. We were twenty; we were pregnant; we got married. That’s what you did back then, no questions asked. I should hav...
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It had been a steamy hot day and the setting sun offered little relief. Lisa found herself home alone, sitting on her private deck, listening to music and drinking her vodka lemonade, slowly and deliberately getting drunk. It had been a terrible few days and she needed to escape her troubles for a while. It all started with a phone call from someone she had...
So we had agreed to see a Sex Therapist. That is Katie (my wife) and I (Jack). Not as you might imagine, in order to try and improve the sex between us as a couple [though that may be a convenient by-product] but something quite different. You see, I have given up any notion of being able to satisfy my wife and consider myself a lost cause. Sure the thera...
The bench stood along the outside wall between Krogers and Starbucks. Al liked to sit there with a cup of coffee, people-watching, and daydreaming. Today he sipped his coffee, and wondered if the white-haired woman with the poodle would come by again. He'd seen her several times. About his age, slim, well dressed and classy, she'd been aloof and cool at fi...
After two decades of being called an ugly effin fat frog my heart catches up with my head and my marriage ends. Almost 55 with too little time left to live on hope, I turn to the web through a daze of separation shock. Somehow I find a dating site, register my profile, pay my dues. Deliberately, I photograph myself as I really am, chubby cheeks, daggy smile...
Author's note: This true story is a sequel to A Night To Remember, or Forget?, which can be found among my other stories. I think you'll enjoy it more if you read them in order, but this one stands alone pretty well. I am very grateful to my good friend who shared part of her life with me. * I must have passed out from the orgasm. It was thunderous and sho...
Chapter 02: Mother Weakens The following morning Billy did not emerge from his room at breakfast time. In many respects Hester was relieved. She didn't know if she could look him in the eye. She knew her son wanted her in the most depraved way. But also she was beginning to understand that she didn't know how to control the situation. Her own feelings were...