As I was about to head out I gave myself a look-over in the mirror. With my blond hair pulled up in a ponytail and dressed in a blue sweatshirt and matching shorts, I looked hot enough to eat. "I'm going for my jog." I yelled as I slammed the door shut, I heard a muffled response but I ignored it as I started walking towards the park. Once I was about a blo...
All characters are over 18. Kat's day began as any other workday would have. Her alarm clock started to ring, and gradually got louder until she got up. Eventually, the pillow over her head couldn't drown it out anymore, and she walked across the room sleepily and offed the pesky thing. A shower, or coffee...? Kat silently debated. Choosing the shower, as i...
All stories by the author have a basis in real life experience and/ or those of close couple friends who have relayed their own experiences; and, of course, unrealized fantasies. The story is fictional and the names of people, organizations, businesses, etc. have been disguised and changed. Any resemblance to actual persons is purely coincidental. This story...
The sun was still a good distance above scrubby old Mossback when we drove into Marty's yard, piled out and headed for the kitchen and the liquor. I grabbed Marty and brought him up short as the ladies disappeared through the front door. "Hey, man," I said looking him in the eye and deciding to just lay it out. "I'm ashamed to admit that Shauna and I . . ....
It had been a moderately fun get together at the in-laws. There was a lot of wine, beer, and warm, west coast weather cheer. But it was time to go home. My wife, Kate, was ready to call it a day and our friend, Beth, was spending the weekend with us. She had just recently gone through a bitter divorce, so it was obvious Beth was distracted. She only knew a f...
Authors Note: This is part of a series and is built on characters and settings from previous chapters. * It was mid morning before Sonny dropped me off at the house, driving off to go pick up plumbing parts at the building supply store after I had gotten out. It was a pretty chilly trot from where she dropped me off to the house, especially since I was ma...
Continued from "Yes, Sir." I heard Jen walking on the wooden floor of our second story, the old beams creaking a bit despite her light steps and sock covered feet. I'd been finishing up some emails I wanted to take care of, and been going over the two years worth of expenses I had found out about earlier in the evening. The money wasn't the biggest issue; I...
"Come home with me," Steph asked, but it was more of a statement than a question. "Where's home?" I asked. She was in New York as a poorly-paid intern, but wanted to be near the center of Brooklyn cool, so she'd made some sacrifices about her living situation for the six-month duration of her work. She did get to live in hip Bushwick, but it was in a big lo...
(Warning: Femslash. Rory/Paris pairing. The characters are not mine. They are the creation of Amy Sherman-Palladino and belong to the WB and the CW. The idea for this was suggested by the episode "There's The Rub" if you can assume that after Paris arrived to find Rory home by herself that no one else showed up. These events would have taken place however in...
Now that school is out and all of the college kids are back home for vacation, my thoughts often return to my own time in school and the memories always make me crack a smile. Anyone who has ever been in a fraternity or a sorority usually has at least ONE crazy story to tell and being at a bar after work the other night, and hearing my work friends "one up"...