Note: I've submitted this story for the Winter Holiday's Story Contest 2016. If you enjoy it, please vote. Also, per the non-erotic focus category, there's no sex. * "You'll be fine, Stanley, until the kids come along," an older friend warned me before I married Jill. "Then there could be issues." Now I know what he means. Like me, he's Jewish. Also like...
K’s a deviant. It’s ok though because she’s aware of it. In her 24 years of life she has come to terms with her inner pervert. Sex is an addiction for some people - it was explained to her by several members of the psychiatric profession and the first step to overcoming any addiction is to recognize the problem. The problem, of course, is as complex as K’s i...
It was early on a Saturday morning and it was such a great day. Spring; warm, that just right amount of warm, blue skies, and the faint scent of flowers blooming being carried on a gentle breeze. I was on my front porch, my laptop on my lap, sipping my coffee, perusing a few sites on landscaping, when I saw him walk by. He was a neighbor; I think he lived...
I'm a workaholic by nature. I love my job but that's not why I work so much. I work long hours simply because when I get home I don't quite have anything productive to do. I just sit down in front of the television or I chat over the internet. Life at home is dull so the best solution seems to be engaged in work. Often on Friday, after work, I head to the...
Becky bends over, leans into Paul's ear. "It's stuffy in here," she says. "Let's go for a walk." Paul looks up and watches her retreat around the coffee table. He pardons himself to his two bookend sofa-mates – the gregarious Auntie Lou and the diametric Grandma Claire, a stick with permanently down-turned lips and hardened scowl. Paul is relieved to escape...
It was a late summer Saturday in the afternoon and I was bored. Since it was a nice sunny day I decided to take a walk into the quiet deep woods where I could be with nature and take pictures and think. Maybe 20 minutes or so into my off-the-path walk I heard some strange noises so I decided to find the origin. I quietly walked toward what I was hearing un...
It had been a busy day at the restaurant but now it was almost eleven and we had been closed for just about an hour. Everyone was finishing up the last of their duties and heading out for the night. I was still in the office doing the bookwork; I had the radio on low and had changed into a pair of white cloth shorts and a black tank top since I was done deal...
Writer's Note: This story begins after the disappearance of Philippe Trufont in Vampires' Victim Disappears. * Lucius Carter sauntered down the sidewalk on Esplanade Avenue as the sun set over the French Quarter. He had no reason to hurry but did look forward to spending the night with his granddaughter. He reached the ancient brick building that had been...
They were finally on their way Abby thought as she sat on the plane waiting for take off. Her husband sat next to her reading one of the magazines he bought at the airport. She knew he needed this break; he worked at a large company. She doesn't really know what it is he does even though he's explained it a hundred times but its so technical it goes over her...
Characters: Dahlia and Mr. Banks. Descriptions: Dahlia is a college student with long dark hair usually put up in a loose bun. She is shy, pleasant and professional. Mr. Banks is a skilled corporate lawyer, somewhat older than Dahlia, with buzzed white hair and cold eyes. Setting: The office of a three-lawyer firm. The secretary's desk sits in the small lo...