The rain was coming down so hard that when I went to jump over the curb from the road and keep my feet from getting wet, I didn't jump far enough and landed in a large puddle on the sidewalk, generating a giant splash that ensured that both my legs ended up soaking. I finally made it to a sheltered doorway and stood there, waiting for the storm to pass thro...
I always thought that I could handle a small sailing vessel fairly well, but nature has a way of making us humble again once our egos get the better of us. Let me explain. My name is Tom Jones--no, I'm not the signer, I just share the name with him--and I am a very well off 30-something who inherited literally a ton of money when his father and mother were...
I don't know what happened. I mean, I don't do such things, and I never had any idea I ever would, but I did. It began on Saturday morning, the 21st of June., Solstice Day. Gina asked me last Monday about going with her to the festival some of her friends were putting together for this day, but I said I just couldn't. I'd heard about what people did at thos...
It had been a few months since Susie had let Paul be Nan's first lover. She and Paul were getting serious about theirs being a permanent relationship. More than just boyfriend and girlfriend. Paul had gotten a promotion and a raise at work. He had moved to a nicer apartment. It was a two bedroom, two bath, with a really nice sized living room. Susie had put...
Chapter 13: Reclamation and Loss I had been sure the shaking of the walls in Hades was surely Lucifer coming to rescue me. Even as Hermes, Eros and I scrambled into clothing once more, I could hear the sounds of shouting and battle. I don't know how I knew what the latter sounded like as I had never so much as been in a bar brawl, but it was unmistakable....
I left Frances and the Royal Crescent Hotel as a fairly depressed man. I had thought, now that the divorce was over, we would get a fairly straight run to a romantic proposal somewhere. But not yet it seems. I wanted a few more weeks yet, to settle my final doubts and fears, but I was getting there. And one idle conversation with Molly about her view of her...
This is a follow up of 'Helping Torrie Wilson' parts one and two, so if you have not read them, I suggest you do so. It is not essentially, but if your here for the storyline, it'll help. This story has a more in depth story too it, but if you looking for nothing but action you can scroll to the end. I hope you enjoy. ********************************* Torr...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a continuation from Nude Weekend - Friday Night and although it is part two of a four part set, it can be read in isolation. Enjoy and please leave a comment, good or bad. ***** Voices. In that detached state between sleep and awake, Sharon could hear the muffled tones of people talking. She had no idea what time it was and for a sl...
Anne watched him sadly before getting in the car and driving off. She picked up her cell and dialed. "Rene, Hi, it's Anne...yeah, he just left...I know and that's why I want to talk to you...Sure, I can be there in 30 minutes...Great, see you." Anne parked and went over to the outdoor café and sat down across from her friend, "I hope I didn't drag you away...
Mitzi had adjusted well to her new life with Joe Boxter. He was a noted psychiatrist and somewhat of a celebrity but they both had issues that they helped each other with. She had been a crack whore and he had a more painful, dark and destructive addiction. She looked at herself in the mirror, not believing that she had come through all that she had. Her h...