Quincunx 30 Chapter 15. Denouement I should like to thank my Editor, Kira, For the excellent job she's done. I awoke with the sun. Turning to Xen sleeping beside me, I propped myself up on one elbow. "Hey, time to get up," I said as I shook her shoulder. "Mm," she groaned as she stirred. "Come on," I encouraged her, "you can hop straight into your own...
Sorry folks, I can't guarantee that there will be sex in this one either, the only reason I can give is that in real life, investigations and relationships take much longer than we see on TV, they don't have to be done in one hour less time for ads. Anyway Pat and Jake will be moving along a little more at least. Many thanks to Yellow Peril for his much appr...
I was a kid. I was just a damn kid of nineteen out with his friends when I met Wendy. We were all at a buddy's house whose parents were conveniently gone for the weekend. The beer and wine flowed and that night I met the love of my life. Wendy had just turned eighteen and a senior in high school and looked it. Young, pretty with her long straight brown hair...
Hi, guys, Here's my second attempt. Heads up - it's a bit different from the previous part as I am trying out something different to bring a bit more depth to the story. I know it is best to carry out the theme with the one I started with but this is a trial and error system for me to figure what I can and cannot do. And regarding the other issues; it's a li...
Sometimes Jenny says I need a thicker backbone. That may be true but I am comfortable with who I am. I'm not super macho. I'm not John Wayne. I'm more William H. Macy but I like myself that way. Certainly Jenny rarely complains about me not being male model. She brags to her friends about my cooking ability and my skill with massage and pedicures. I love my...
Author's note: I was sittin' out back nursing a Lonestar longneck – yeah, it's hard to find in the Wine country – listening to my iPod. Faron Young started crooning "The Other Woman (In My Life)" and I thought, damn, that's a sad song. Feeling a jolt of the Texas born alcohol and feeling melancholy from the music I took pen to paper ... Thanks to Techsan a...
Having reached the age of fifty-five and grown invisible to young women, I find myself reminiscing more and more about my former sex life. It was a good one. The list of women I had intercourse with numbers thirty-six, unless I've forgotten one or two. As I created the list, I realized that more than a third of those were "one-night stands." Seven of those r...
Assembling the bomb: Thinking back to my younger years and vacations by the ocean, I can remember the sounds in the middle of the night; the small waves lapping softly at the shore and on occasion, a larger wave would wash up, followed again by the smaller ones. That was how my stomach felt that Friday morning; small waves of nausea interrupted by an occasi...
Many thanks to Angel Love for editing this story and for the kind comments. * My name is Sebastian Dahl; I'm a 40-year-old partner in an accounting business in my Scandinavian hometown. The events that created this story began on a sunny Spring morning when I and my family, consisting of my 38- year-old wife Helene, Jenny a fourteen-year-old daughter and...
When I was in college I had many friends, but the ones I always hung out with I actually went to high school with. I never got into the Greek life, and neither did my friends, so every weekend we did our own thing. Every Monday we would hear about some frat guys talking about how hammered they got, threw up, and don't really remember much after that. It was...