"Do you want a cup of tea?" my wife asks. "Yes please." "Green?" "Of course." It's a bright and breezy Summer's day. I'm sitting at my writing desk by a window overlooking the garden, a scene quickly blurring into abstract velvety blocks of colour resembling a Rothko field painting as I turn my vision nostalgically inwards, idly reflecting upon the event...
"Mr. Heyden, the web bitch will be here soon." "Thank you, Sophia," Jeff replied to his secretary not being able to hide a smile, as the woman they had hired to build their company website and manage it was a really difficult to cooperate with person. She was to be found only through emails. No one had ever seen or talked to her but the problem was that she...
A couple of weeks ago my wife Jolene and I borrowed her brother's RV and headed off into the High Sierra mountains of California for a few days of camping as summer comes to an end. We were going to meet another couple we know who like to camp and had reserved two campsites for the long weekend. The ride the campsite would take about four or five hours once...
Chapter Three: "When the dealin's done" Nikasha threw open the door with a huge grin and launched herself out into the hall. "Jesse!" She squealed with delight, wrapping herself around her husband, lean thighs gripping tight to his waist as she kissed him longingly. He laughed playfully as she smothered his face in kisses, his strong arms holding her tigh...
"Why so cold to Jeremy?" Dalia asked. She was my boss at the Club, and her European curviness was something to behold. No hint of an accent, but I'd heard rumors about Italy. Chocolate brown eyes, silky waves to match. Perfect full lips, and breasts that always threatened to spill from her blouse, but they would never be so unruly. Her every gesture was prec...
This fictional story contains two characters Heather and Betty that were in other stories of mine. I was so taken by how ditsy, slutty, and how funny they could be, I decided to write a short story featuring them. ********** It was a beautiful day, and friend Betty and I were sitting around the pool sunbathing naked. It was rare to be naked in the backyar...
Chapter 2 "Ah, Mr. Avanti. Nice to meet you. Sana said that you'd be coming," the attorney greeted me as I entered his main office after about twenty minutes or so of admiring the secretary. I tried not to be too obvious, but hey, blondes ... what could I say? "Sana?" I asked. "Dr. Habib. I'm Yuri Natansky and you're Simon Avanti, the man who was her pat...
As Mary gathered her luggage from the taxi, she continued to wonder why a black man was in her sister's neighborhood this early in the morning. There were a handful of blacks where her family lived and she hardly ever saw them. Her father had explicitly forbade her to socialize with any blacks, male or female. "Could you blame him?" Mary thought. Every tim...
Last Friday, Dan met Marc and a few other friends at the Elephant & Castle for a few drinks after work. After finishing a small project for his group director to review over the weekend, he left the office and, the weather enjoyable, walked a few blocks to the bar, situated on West Adams between Clark and LaSalle Streets. When he entered, he found his frien...
We'd been invited to my friend's place on the Island for a special party. Very special, let me tell you. I'd not been over to see Reggie since Ember moved in with me six months ago. Ember and I took the Queen of Alberni, the ferry working the Tsawwassen crossing near Vancouver. Traversing the Georgia Strait didn't take long. We disembarked at Swartz Bay, and...